HUNTER'S POV
Elijah?
“What the hell are you doing here?” I demanded, still gripping his throat.
He was accompanied by six other men, one of them I recognized as Dominic, and a young girl who appeared only a couple of years younger than Cyrilla. They all stood alert, ready to defend him at a moment's notice. I could feel their eyes on me, waiting for the slightest signal to pounce. But Elijah calmly raised his hand, motioning for them to stand down.
“I could ask you the same thing, Alpha. You’ve strayed pretty far from home,” he countered coolly.
“I’m here to save my mate. They took her,” I growled, not in the mood for his games.
At the mention of Cyrilla’s name, Elijah’s usual composed demeanor faltered for a moment, worry crossing his face. The sight of it instantly irked me, knowin
