Lance paced in their room, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, every nerve in his body on edge. Fiore had been gone for two hours now, and that gnawing feeling in his gut was turning into a full-blown panic. His mind was spiraling into dangerous territory, picturing all the things that could have happened to her. Something was wrong—he could feel it in his bones. His wolf was agitated too, pacing just under the surface, pushing him to act.
"f**k," he muttered under his breath, the word coming out like a hiss. He couldn’t stand the stillness, the silence of the room. He had to move, had to do something.
He stormed out of the room, his mind racing as fast as his heart. The first place he went was Reginald’s office, knowing the man had been with Fiore earlier. But when Lance flung t
