Chapter 48
Moving with grim efficiency, Dorian wasted no time as his mind raced through the familial nightmare Carter had created. His office, once a sanctuary for quiet strategy, was now charged with the crackling tension of pack leadership ready to hunt one of their own.
“Mikey, get over here and pull up the territory cameras,” Dorian directed. Mikey nodded and took Dorian’s chair, signing into the closed-circuit monitoring system—a network Dorian had established years ago to ensure the pack’s security.
“Where do you want me to start?” Mikey asked.
“Start from the moment Sarah called me and work backward until we see Jasper on the street. From there, track his every movement so we can see which direction he took,” Dorian instructed.
Mikey keyed in the coordinates for the street wher
