CHARLES’S POV
Stride by stride, I march across the room. I am fast but not too fast, making sure nothing catches us off guard from behind the door or around the bookshelves. Randolph and I use our heightened senses to listen for anything that would prove our pack and mate are not in harm. There are no screams from Pearl or the alarming sounds of someone fighting. No gunshots are blasting through the air from Erik nor Jake. There is something much, much worse. Silence.
Dead eerie silence runs through my blood and brings me to the brink of wanting to snap. I f*****g hate the unknown.
“Something isn’t right, Randolph. We should have heard something by now,” I whisper beneath my breath.
“I agree,” Randolph says uneasily. He pauses for a second, then begins again. “Wait a minute. What is t
