SOPHIA’S POV
"We'll split up," Damien said. "I'll check the clubs downtown. You take the bars near the university district."
I wanted to protest, to tell him I wasn't his subordinate to order around, but the memory of George's face stopped me. The old man had always been kind to me, treating me like a real granddaughter even when his own children never did.
"Fine," I replied coldly, already turning toward my car. "Call me if you find him first."
I didn't wait for his response. My wolf was restless inside me as I drove through the city streets. I checked bars.
The first three bars turned up nothing. At each one, I showed Declan's photo to the staff.
By the time I reached the fourth bar called "The Howling Moon," my patience was wearing thin The moment I stepped inside, I
