Third person's POV
Kyle fumed, pacing the length of the spacious office. “Father, what do you mean we can't get Amara back?” He demanded. “What if they harm her? What if she slips up like she always does, and they throw her in their famous dungeon?”
The old man let out a tired sigh. “Since there's nothing we can do about it. I mean, he wouldn't even give us access to her—”
Kyle's face blanched. “Then we fight for it, father. Don't give me the impression that you're scared of the Oakville pack.”
His nose flared. “Oh please, cut to the chase. You know the Oakville pack wouldn't hesitate to execute you and I, and take the pack members as their slaves!” He slammed his hands against the table. “Kyle, you of all people should know this.”
“I can't believe this,” Anger ripped through Kyle'
