Third Person POV
The cell phone buzzed next to him, and he answered it impatiently, desperate to hear some good news. “Myles,” he said gravely “tell me you’ve located her.”
Silence. Steven gripped the phone tightly in his hand, fighting the urge to throw it at the wall and smash it. He was breathing heavily now, his chest tight. He had thought this would only take a few days at most, but it seemed Rosalie was doing her best to evade being caught again.
“I’m afraid not sir” came Myles's voice, calm, in control, as usual, his voice stern and cold. “I’ve checked out the few shifter packs nearby and there’s no sign of this missing girl. I just wanted to update you on my progress and assure you that I’m still on the hunt.”
Steven scowled. “How the hell did she manage to go missing in such
