Damien′s POV:
I threw the lamp across the room. “What do you mean you can’t find her?”
Their eyes trace downward. I lift a fist, and a hole was visible. The wolves in front of me firmly plant their feet on the ground with their head hung low.
“That’s enough, Damien; anger will take us nowhere,” Patrick calmly states. “One of you report.”
A single person steps forward, eyes not daring to meet mine. “According to what we had analyzed, the dead bodies are our pack members or from SilverStone’s prison. One of the fighters, Zack, is still alive. Currently, he is being treated at the hospital under critical care.”
I rush my fingers through my hair. “f**k,” I hissed under my breath and stood up, getting ready to go to the hospital.
Stepping out of the meeting room, Hee-Young, Mr.Ki
