DARRELL
I resisted the urge to kick the desk in my office for the umpteenth time to other as I also resisted the urge to yell.
I had come back with that bastard from Rogue, whoever he was, and I immediately noticed that my mansion had been compromised. They tried their best to cover it up, but their scent lingered.
The scent was unfamiliar, which was a glaring proof that I wasn't dealing with a werewolf from my pack. Only one thing is clear at this point.
It had to be them, and they had help from the inside.
Following their trail proved to be quite difficult as they seem to have anticipated this and taken measures to mask their scent. With the open atmosphere and evening winds, I can't pick up a trail no matter how hard I tried.
With unyielding anger bubbling within me, I did my best
