I paced around my office like a caged beast, as my wolf gnashed at the inside of my skin, wanting to come right out and rip someone into pieces.
Six hours.
It’s been six long, torturous hours since I was told they’d lost Ashina, and there was still nothing. No scent trail. No street footage. No damn whisper of her. Almost like she’d once again vanished into thin air.
Every tick of the clock made the fury in my chest grow hotter and tighter. My claws had already shredded the edges of my desk. The only reason no one had been torn in pieces yet was because the entire building had had the good sense to stay out of reach. Smart move.
I also knew that ripping someone into pieces would not help my situation, but even that school of thought was wearing thin.
The door of my office creaked open
