Sam's POV
I had just pushed back from my desk, ready to call it a night, when my phone buzzed against the mahogany surface. The caller ID made my jaw clench. What could that insufferable bastard want at this hour?
I snatched the device and pressed it to my ear. "Gerry, I already cut off the Academy funding. Lara should be heading back soon."
"Soon isn't good enough anymore, Sam." His voice crackled with barely contained panic. "The loan note we used to bail out your pathetic situation has been purchased. The Alpha who bought it will arrive tomorrow to collect either his money or our entire pack. You need to mobilize your fighters and get them here immediately. You understand what happens if we fall."
The arrogant little weasel never failed to grate on my nerves.
"Which Alpha acquired the note?" I demanded, already pulling up my computer.
"Alpha Percy. Word is he commands serious wealth and influence."
