Author’s POV
Far away from the Bloodclaw pack Arielle's father sat in his study room behind his desk, his knuckles pressed so hard into the polished wood that the skin stretched white.
Across from him, the chief of police squirmed in his uniform, sweating under the blistering glare of one of the city’s most powerful men.
"Three days," Harrison said, "Three days, Chief Vance. My daughter has been missing for seventy-two hours, and all your bloated department has given me is a collection of shrugged shoulders and bureaucratic excuses."
"Mr. Harrison, please, we are utilizing every resource.."
"Your resources are useless!" Harrison slammed his palm onto the desk, making the heavy crystal whiskey glass jump. "She is out there, vulnerable, exposed to things you can’t even comprehend! She
