Selena’s POV
Panting, I braced my hands on my knees, sucking in ragged breaths. I had torn through the entire packhouse, desperately searching every room, every corner, but Alpha Flynn was nowhere to be found. How was I supposed to ask for help when he was MIA?
A high-pitched hiss cut through the air, and I turned to see Mrs. Clair, her heavily makeup face covered by a cloud of cigarette smoke, walking towards me.
“Um…” I opened my mouth to speak, to beg for information, but she just glared, a look of pure hatred in her eyes, and strolled past me, completely ignoring my presence.
My pride demanded I let her go, but I couldn’t afford to be delicate. "Wait!" I shrieked, chasing after the old hag. I stood in front of her, blocking her path, forcing her to stop. "I know you hate me and the
