BRYANT
I stared at the couch on the far side of my office where Tallia had been camped out. It was four days since the attack, and she hadn’t been there at all today.
I hated it.
I wanted her back with me, spending every second of her day in my presence. I was completely aware that that was unhinged, and that she needed to have a life of her own, especially being a sigma. They needed alone time. But it didn’t matter to me or my wolf. We wanted her constantly and there was nothing I could do to cool that desire.
A knock on the door snapped me from my thoughts, and Zarron entered the office. He took a seat in the chair opposite my desk.
“The wolves in the dungeon are dead.”
I nodded. “And did we get anything out of them?”
He shook his head. “Not one of them let slip why they attacked us. It was like they were afraid. More afraid of whoever sent them to us than our torture or their execution.”