Metztli burst through the iron doors of the packhouse at a break-neck speed. He didn’t slow down as he rushed through the open corridors and stairways. He only stopped once he was on the third floor, in front of the Alpha.
Charles was standing outside his office talking with Cole. Both wolves froze when they saw a frazzled Metztli sprint up to them.
“Alpha,” Metztli called out as he came up to them at a slower speed. “Sam was taken. I need some men to go find her.”
“She was taken,” Cole asked, worry lining the space between his brows. “By who?”
“I don’t know, but that’s why I need some men. We have to go find her.” Cole and Metztli looked expectantly at the Alpha, waiting for his answer or his orders. But he said nothing for a few seconds.
“I can’t help, Metztli,” Charles finally ans
