Down his mansion stairs, step for step but in a hurry. His whole mansion in disarray—fatigued soldiers spread out to be transported, scouts being trained to lead and scout, Beta Marcus bellowing commands to search parties. They were all disorganized.
His head reeling with feelings. Fear. Rage. Panic.
Where is she?
He clenched his teeth and walked over to the door, his wolf raging inside him. He was going to throw it open when his phone beeped in his pocket. The private number that showed on the screen furrowed his brow.
His stomach twisted with nasty sourness.
He hesitated for a second before answering. "Who is this?"
There was a sneering icicle of a laugh down the phone, and a crawly feeling of cold slithering down his spine.
Oh, well, well, Damien. I should at least hope you'd be
