Threat!

Vikron's POV

was glancing through the third paragraph of the document in my hand. Alpha Reinhard from the Palmton pack had sent them two days ago. He wanted Skyla to come help train some healers in their pack.

Glancing up to check the red and yellow old clock sitting on the wall, it was past 5 in the evening. Skyla was meant to be back at the pack by four and to see me first. I had asked her to visit Palmton and find out what she could about them. Now wasn't the time to act out of sentiments. We needed to apply caution.

Skyla was probably back and had some emergencies at the pack hospital.

The door of the study moved backwards with so much force, like it would have been pulled out. I glanced up halfway through the document in my hand. “You could as well break it down,” I said, stifling my irritation at Skyla's choice of showing respect.

“I think Camille's gone,” she said, inhaling deeply through her nose and letting the air out slowly through her mouth. She ran from the hospital.

I felt the muscle in my face stiffen and then relax. “She made her choice.”

“That's not what I mean. I think she was kidnapped. Picked. Abducted,” I could hear the panic in Skyla's voice as she spoke.

“Not possible,” I said from behind the document I was holding, already distracted but holding it.

“I saw this,” she said, holding out a phone with a broken screen, looking like it had been used as a defense during combat.

“What's that?”

“It's Camille’s phone. She didn't even throw it away after the night we found her. She said it was an old treasure. Plus, I checked the footage from the hospital. The people I saw around her didn't look familiar, and the look on her face was proof.”

Dropping the papers down on the table, “Security records? Did you check?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“Whoever signed out, signed her out as his mate…”

I didn't wait to hear the rest of what Skyla had to say; I was already at the door, feeling the blood in my veins boil.

I linked Demuel to join us downstairs. Skyla was behind me.

“What's with the rush, Alpha? Is there an emergency?” Demuel was already behind the wheels; the engine of the black sports car made a sound and was set to run.

“Take me to Sigewuf.”

He stepped on the brake, his lips pursed. I knew he had a lot to say, but he kept silent.

The car pulled over at the gate of Sigewuf's mansion. Everywhere looked different. Change was eminent. It was expected. The feeling of nostalgia was kicking in hard. I cleared my throat, moving my gaze away from the window.

“Let Sigewuf know we are here,” my voice was croaked.

Demu nodded and stepped out. He spoke with two people I could not recognize.

He came back. “He got the message. He's on his way.”

Skyla came down at the first sight of Sigewuf. Hot blood. She was pissed. I followed behind her.

“The look on your faces shows you're here for war,” Sigewuf spoke as he walked towards us.

“Where is she?” I asked, in a hurry to get everything done with and to leave this place.

“Who exactly is she?” Sigewuf asked, annoyance in his eyes as he spoke.

“Camille,” Skyla replied.

Sigewuf stood, grazed his hands over his beard. “I believe you are in a better position to answer that, considering the last time I saw her I was informed you now own her as a slave.” His words felt like venom, ready to kill.

Skyla stared, jaw set. “She got abducted. That's if I have to use the word, and we all know you've been doing a lot to get her back.”

“I have nothing to do with that,” Sigewuf sneered.

"I am not leaving here without camille" Skyla sounded as though she was going to rain down mayhem

"Then be my guest," Sigewuf said, releasing a low growl

"I hope you really have nothing to do with this because you just won't see what'scoming." I was steamed,

"Is that a threat?" Sigewuf spoke as heat crawled up his neck and filled his face to his hairline.

"No. It's not a threat. It's more than that, little brother.

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