XARION'S POV
I've been on the phone for the past two hours.
Two. Damn. Hours.
Call after call after call, each one more frustrating than the last, and I still don't have the answers I need.
I'm sitting at my desk in my pack office, one hand gripping my phone, the other rubbing my temple as I listen to yet another one of my gammas report that they've found nothing.
No trace of the rogues. No leads. No witnesses.
Nothing.
"Keep searching," I bite out, my patience wearing thin. "I don't care if you have to turn the entire city upside down. Those rogues didn't just appear out of thin air. Find something."
"Yes, Alpha," the voice on the other end replies quickly before I hang up.
I toss my phone on the desk with more force than necessary, and it skids across the smooth wood and stops j
