The Return Of Broken Luna
I wanted my Luna back.
I pulled out my phone and dialed my Gamma, he answered the phone on the first ring.
"Alpha?"
"I want everything," I said, my voice ice cold, leaving no room for argument.
"Sir?"
"Check every hotel record in the city. Check corporate flight bookings, business visitors, car rentals, and arrival logs. I want every guest list from every high-end hotel immediately."
"Alpha, that's thousands of names—"
"I don't care," I growled, my Alpha aura leaking into my tone until the phone line crackled with static. "Find her.”