Alpha Lowell pov
I dragged Jane to a secluded part of the clearing, away from the chaos and prying eyes. The moon cast a dim light, shadows dancing on her pale, terrified face. Her breathing was ragged, each inhale shaky as her eyes darted around, searching for an escape that didn’t exist. I tightened my grip on her arm, my fingers digging into her flesh, forcing her to look at me.
"Where is my daughter?" I demanded, my voice low and menacing, each word a threat.
Jane swallowed hard, her throat bobbing. She tried to keep her composure, but fear was etched into every line of her face. "And how can I guarantee my own safety if I tell you?" she stammered. "Once you have what you want, you'll kill me."
A dark chuckle escaped my lips, cold and humorless. "You have two options, Jane. Either
