Aiden
I slammed my fist against the polished oak desk, the reverberation echoing through the room like a thunderclap. My informants who were once proud of their precision and efficiency now stood before me, shuffling nervously under my glare.
“You’re telling me you found nothing? Not a trace? Not even a whisper?” My voice was sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade.
One of them, a wiry man named Harris, cleared his throat and spoke hesitantly. “We’ve scoured all the usual places, Alpha Aiden. Kendrick's movements in Philadelphia are… untraceable. It’s as if he’s disappeared into thin air.”
“Untraceable?” I repeated, leaning forward with narrowed eyes. “The Blood Lord doesn’t vanish. He’s not a ghost. He’s flesh and blood, and he’s hiding Kimberly from me. I don’t care how he’s
