Chapter Sixty

Nicole POV

I snarl at the male wolf,

“Where is my daughter?”

He looked at me with a smug smile on his face and said.

“You won't hurt me.”

The boy is young, maybe a year older than Layla, but he is wrong. I don't want to hurt him, but I will.

“What is your name, and what pack are you from?”

“Joseph from the Silver Moon pack”

“You are a scout?”

“Yes”

“Is my daughter alive?”

He shrugs his shoulders; the little fucker couldn't care less whether Layla was alive. I kneel before him, looking him in his eyes, so he knows I am serious.

“I will hurt you, Joseph, if you don't start talking.”

He laughs and spits in my face. After I wipe his saliva off me, I look at him, and all I can see is Michael's face. His eyes widen with shock when my fist connects with his nose. All the pent-up hurt, frustration, and anger I have inside me I unleash onto him.

My knuckles are swollen and bleeding when I walk out of the room. Diana shakes her head as she rips a cloth in half and wraps my h