“I found her.”
“Who?”
“The escaped bride. She's hiding in a human school. I think it’s time we extract her for the Mad Alpha.”
Elder Falcon was deep in conversation with his daughter, Veronica, when the news broke in from one of his private messengers. He didn’t appreciate the interruption—especially not in front of her. He didn’t need her asking uncomfortable questions.
“Well then, get her,” he said, curt and dismissive. “And shoo. You can see I’m talking to a Luna.”
The messenger bowed and vanished.
Veronica turned to her father, unimpressed, arms folded, one brow lifted like a blade. “Seriously?”
Falcon barely acknowledged her, sipping from his crystal glass.
“You don’t even know where Kain is.” she snapped. “And you do realize he’s not the one taking those girls, right? I know
