Jeremiah’s POV
"Tell me where Salome is, or I will let my wolf decide what happens to you next," I said.
The room felt small. The air was thick with the scent of old grease and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Benedict stood at my shoulder like a statue. Behind me, Barnabas was a ticking bomb. His skin practically hummed with heat. Inside my own chest, Sovereign was pacing. My wolf wanted blood. He wanted to tear the truth out of someone's throat.
Román, the factory manager, looked like he was about to faint. Sweat ran down his forehead and soaked into his collar. He took a shaky step toward me.
"Alpha Jeremiah, please," Román said. His voice was thin. "We are still looking for her. She walked out of the building around one o'clock. That is all I know."
I stepped into his personal sp
