Williams had barely driven for five minutes when the sound of his ringing phone shattered the silence in the car. He let out a small sigh, glancing briefly at the screen of his phone. Another call.
His fingers tightened on the steering wheel, a subtle sign of the pressure mounting in his chest. But this time, when he checked the caller ID, it wasn't Vanessa, one of his warriors or a subordinate from the Luminera side. It was Trevor.
He didn't waste time.
With a swift swipe, he answered the call. "Trevor?"
"Alpha Williams," Trevor's voice rang out, slightly muffled by the wind. "You need to be at Apex Dominica this evening. I've got a bad feeling."
Williams frowned. "Talk to me. What's going on?"