Killian's POV
Liam skidded to a stop in front of me, chest heaving, eyes wide. He knew better than to keep me waiting, I had shouted at him on the phone earlier.
“Sir, you called for me,” he managed to speak, breathless.
I rose from my chair, the wood creaking beneath as I stood up with force.
“The crippled bastard I trusted to watch Isla,” I spat, pacing once, twice, before pinning Liam with a murderous glare. “He’s lost her. Claims he can’t find her anymore.”
Liam’s throat bobbed.
“I gave one order,” I snarled, voice low but dangerous. “One.” My hand slammed against the desk, rattling the crystal decanter at the edge. “She doesn’t just vanish. Not under my watch. Who knows if there are wolves around gnashing their teeth while looking for her?”
My wolf clawed beneath my skin, res
