We were sitting inside my office. I was on the phone like a maniac. Calling all the packs I could think of, hoping someone had seen or heard anything about our missing mates, about my sweet Hannah, that could make us get them back. I could feel myself growing more helpless by the minute. My wolf is getting angrier by the second.
Where the hell were they?
Who took them?
Why did they take them?
Sam was on the laptop, trying to search our area on maps, if there could be any blind spots we had not searched yet. James and Toby were still outside, looking along with Nicholas, Noah and the rest of the guards. My parents decided to stay at the pack house, if we needed their help with anything. Since my father had good connections with other packs from his leading years as the former Alpha,
