The rogue wolf shifted back into his human form. He then swiftly hoisted Zoey over his shoulder and headed deeper inside the mouth of the cave, where he had cached his supplies and a silver knife.
After pulling on his clothes, he retrieved a burner phone from the dusty cave floor and immediately dialed a number.
In the lavish living room, William Nightshade jolted as his phone rang with an unknown number. He didn't hesitate; he snatched it up and answered. His wife, Blythe, and his elder daughter, Naomi, rushed to his side, their faces pale with terror.
"Hello?" William answered.
"William Nightshade," the cold voice came from the other side. "If you want your daughter to be alive, ask your wolves to stop chasing me. I have a silver knife and can slit her throat any moment."
