The conference room reeked of desperation masked by expensive cologne. Twelve manila folders spread across the polished table like accusations, each containing a child's face and the wreckage of a family. Liam traced the edge of the nearest photo—a wolf pup, maybe six, grinning gap-toothed at some long-ago birthday party.
"The Morrison family." Caleb slid another document across the table, his leopard grace making the gesture look choreographed. "They've been searching for their daughter for eight months. Filed missing person reports in three states."
"They won't be the only ones looking." Ciaran leaned against the window, all sharp angles and sharper intelligence. The elder leopard brother radiated the kind of power that made other alphas nervous. "Once word spreads about twelve missing
