The quiet of the night was broken by the faint vibration of a phone on Alpha Theo's nightstand.
He glanced at the clock—12:47 a.m. His brows furrowed as he reached for the phone, seeing Elijah's name flashing on the screen.
"Why are you calling at this hour?" Theo demanded the moment he answered.
"Alpha, we have some visitors at the gate," Elijah replied, his tone guarded.
"Visitors? At this time of night?" Theo asked sharply, already rising from his bed.
"Yes, Alpha. They've refused to say where they're from, but their scent… it's familiar. I can't identify the pack, though."
Theo was silent for a moment, his mind racing. *Familiar scent but unidentified? This feels off.*
"I'm on my way," he said curtly, cutting the call and heading out of his room.
As he moved swiftly down the halls, his thoughts spiraled.
