Brad's disastrous call to Corvine had only made things worse, and it took every ounce of Curt's restraint to keep from losing his mind completely.
He paced the sterile hospital corridor, his footsteps echoing against the linoleum, each pass wearing a groove into his sanity. Finally, he managed to calm down enough to call Riven, his fingers trembling as he dialed.
Riven was taking care of the training of the warriors at the centenary pack when he received the call. "Alpha Curt, to what do I owe this call?" His voice carried a note of cautious curiosity.
Curt smiled rather sheepishly, bottling his frustration behind a mask of false composure. "Riven, I remember you mentioning how your server and that of Gray were attacked in New York." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "Care to share how the issue was resolved? I honestly did not pay attention then."
