Caleb's boot crunched against the shattered glass as he strode into Anna's house, his sharp gaze cutting through the dimly lit room. Shelves were halfempty, coats missing from the hooks, and the air still carried the lingering trace of her scent.
"Where is she?" His voice was low, dangerous. "She must come with me to Alpha Jared now."
Georgia had run.
His jaw tightened. He turned, his piercing eyes landing on Anna, who stood stiffly by the wooden table, her fingers gripping its edge. "Where is she?"
Anna's heart pounded against her ribs, but she forced herself to remain still, meeting Caleb's piercing gaze with unwavering resolve. She knew fear would only fuel his dominance, and she refused to give him that satisfaction.
"Gone," she said, her voice steady despite the tig
