~Grayson's POV~
"It's been three fucking days since you all were out, looking for my daughter! Where the heck is she? How the fuck you let her cross the borders in the first place!" I growled as loud as I could.
The collar of the head warrior of the pack was between my palms. He was in charge of the borders of the pack that night. He told me that I had nothing to worry about and he had everything under control, then where the heck was my daughter?
"Maybe she went to one of her friends?" Another idiot said from the back.
I turned my glare on him.
"You think I’m a damn fool?!" I snapped. "I can feel every fucking hit she’s been taking!"
Her pain wasn’t just in my head; it was real. Each wave of it tore right through my chest. Every blow she took dragged me further into the dark.
She wasn’t just gone. She was suffering. And I couldn’t do a thing about it.
I’ve never felt this helpless. Not once in twenty years. I kept her safe. I raised her with my own hands. She was my light in a
