Everyone else looked first at their fellow pack member, then at Alexander. He sighed and covered his face with one hand, bending slightly over the map.
“And have them locate her and use her as a hostage?” Christian murmured.
“Oh, God,” the Australian complained, annoyed. “I agree with Toshi—the cats aren’t that smart! Hostages? I know we’re trying to cover all our bases, but come on! This will be solved with a raid. Kick in the door and bag them, mate!”
“Yeah, and you’re ignoring the fact that there are THREE OF THEM running around because—”
“Don’t piss me off, Christian.”
Richie’s guttural growl echoed through the whole room, and the blond young man was about to take a defensive stance (or so it seemed to me—he was so tense I thought he might jump at his huge colleague at any second)
