Panic

Lucas felt the moment his mate got hurt. Pain arced through the rogue Alpha's body like lightning, bringing him to his knees as they continued toward the Nightstalkers. His wolf tried to push through the human skin, wanting only to go and kill whatever hurt her, but without knowing where she was or even what her name was, Lucas knew he would be wasting his pack's time. If anyone could find answers, it was Deacon, and since he was backtracking on a recon mission anyway, the only option was to wait. Stick to the original task and trust that his beta would deal with whatever was going on.

Regaining his feet, Lucas returned to the head of his pack. The whole convoy stopped, waiting for their Alpha to sort his shit out, and knowing this band of rough rogues and exiled wolves needed a strong leader, he shouted aggressively, telling them to get moving. As they broke into a run, eager to get to the Nightstalkers and out of the rough environment, Lucas forced himself to set a punishin