Elio
“Where the fuck is Jamal?” I bark through the link, frustration dripping from my words. We have combed through every nook and cranny of the pack, but she is nowhere to be seen. Even her once-potent scent has dissipated into thin air, leaving me unable to catch even a trace of her presence. I had really hoped to track her, but it’s like she just vanished.
“We’re reviewing the CCTV footage now, alpha. We will find her,” Baylee reassures me, his voice laced with determination, as Cahya silently joins us. He gives me a sympathetic, concerned look which just irritates me. I don’t want pity.
In an attempt to quell my rising anxiety, I toss back another bourbon, feeling its fiery burn as it snakes down my throat and settles uncomfortably in my churning stomach. Restlessness consumes both my wolf and my demon, their unease mirroring my own. We need to know that she is safe and the fact Jamal is missing … I don’t think it’s a coincidence. I run a hand through my hair, trying to steady
