Lord Frederick's POV
"Nothing yet?" I spat, my angry voice echoing all over the room. The investigator flinched, his head bowed, his heartbeat loud in my ears.
"We tracked the SUV to the forest's edge, my lord," he stammered, "but the signal was jammed. Whoever took her knew what they were doing. They—"
"Enough!"
My snarl echoed through the command room, rattling the monitors on the wall. I slammed my fist against the table, splitting the wood clean in half. The men around me froze. No one dared to breathe.
I paced back and forth, my claws threatening to burst through my skin. Rage burned through every inch of me. "She was right outside the gates," I hissed. "Six men. Six! And not one of you managed to stop them?"
"My lord—" one of the guards began.
"Get out!" I roared, my fangs flashing. The guard scrambled away, tripping over his own boots as he fled.
