Unknown Pov
I stride through the dimly lit halls of the pack’s stronghold, my heavy boots echoing on the stone floor. The air smells faintly of damp earth and iron—an unwelcome reminder of the cells beneath the structure. My mood is sharp, my mind already turning over the methods I will use to loosen Nora and Ciara’s tongues.
I adjust my cuff links casually, as though I am heading to a business meeting rather than an interrogation, when hurried footsteps sounds from behind me. Turning slightly, I see Daren, my delta, rushing toward me.
"Alpha!" Daren calls, his voice urgent.
I stop, my expression twisting into a scowl. "What now?"
Daren comes to a halt, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. "Drake. He’s sniffing around the site where we took Ciara."
My eyes narrow, a growl rumb
