A Stolen Fate
I cannot help myself; I move ahead of them, looking into the hallway, straining my nostrils to catch even a waft of Rhea's scent.
"Alpha Mondragon, you seem to be searching for something or someone," the voice of the female elder brings me back.
I do not know why their Alpha is not attending to me, but that is not a big problem right now. I pull out my phone from my pocket, swiping quickly to find her photograph. I show them the screen, watching their faces for any sign of recognition. There is none. They are either good actors or they know nothing about Rhea.
"This woman. Her name is Rhea Chapman. She is Mildred's daughter," I explain, my voice strained with emotion, I do not bother to hide