It was long past midnight, and the crew were still gathered around the conference room table. They had spent the better part of the evening staring at map choosing, to the disgust of the pack nonnas, to skip dinner in favour of copious amounts of strong coffee and quick sandwiches.
Said map was pinned to a whiteboard at the front of the room with a variety of red and blue pins in a selection of Viggo’s possible locations. Bea was bent over her volume again, desperately trying to find more information with Jasper slumped over the table, snoring lightly. Matthias and Giulio had excused themselves hours ago to join the overnight border patrol leaving them with the two alphas.
Ricci paced impatiently in front of the map, eyes never leaving the continent of Europe.
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