You made it

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?"