The man took his phone out and accepted the call, "Master," he greeted and looked around. It's a good thing that no one is around.
"How is she?" his master asked.
"It's been a week, but there was no sign of her," he said. He heard glasses breaking in the other line.
"What you have been doing!? Why didn't you find her!?" his master shouted. The man couldn't help but pinched the bridge of his nose.
"She was always with the Alpha and warriors. I couldn't get close to her," he explained while clenching his hand into a fist.
"Then, do something! You filthy mutt!" his master shouted. The man gasped at what his master said. Yes, he is one of the filthy mutts his master refers to. He was still young when his parents died in the rouge attack. He was five back then. His family and friends die
