Lord Jethro got to his room already pacing.
The moment the doors closed behind him, he no longer had to maintain the composed exterior he had forced himself to wear in front of the Alphas.
The tension he had restrained inside the court now moved freely through his body, manifesting in restless movement, his steps sharp and uneven across the floor.
His hand moved to his pocket, pulling out his phone without hesitation. He called Grey instantly, not even needing to read the messages.
The call connected the instant it went through.
"Hey," he said, his voice low and strained, the word leaving him more heavily than he intended.
"Hey. What's going on?" Grey asked impatiently, his voice tight with urgency, as if he was already sensing that something was wrong.
Lord Jethro hesitated. He had called him immediately, but now that Grey was on the other end, the weight of what he had to say suddenly pressed down on him.
