Theon was running out of patience. Fifteen minutes. That was how long he'd been standing outside Vael's front door.
Fifteen minutes of knocking, pressing the doorbell, calling and texting. All to no avail. The brown file tucked beneath his arm was growing heavier by the second.
Theon knew Vael was ignoring him on purpose. His wolf caught Vael's scent as soon as he arrived, which meant he was home.
And the realization did nothing good for Theon's mood.
The last five days had been a nightmare for Theon. He had been stuck with pack meetings, business meetings, wedding planning, political negotiations, and budget approvals. All while the Alpha had vanished.
Again, Theon rang the doorbell for what felt like the hundredth time.
This time, he heard footsteps approaching and the door swung open.
Theon's irritation faded almost immediately, replaced by concern when his eyes landed on Vael.
