Chapter 43
Arlo I search the cellar until everything in sight is turned upside down. While I make a mess of the space, Kane and the betas wait outside. Counting and recounting, and recounting the pups once more, hoping that we’d made a mistake. But it turns out we can’t change the simple rules of math. I climb the steps two at a time and kick the doors open with every ounce of frustration, splitting the wood in half with my strength. Everyone watches me expectantly. I shake my head and kill their hope. “She has split them all up,” I announce, climbing out of the cellar. “That b***h is taunting us.” Derek sighs and recounts the pups out loud for the tenth time. “We are still missing five from our side.” This is bad. “And seven from ours,” Andrew adds. This is really, really bad.
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