Kieran's POV
My wolf, Ronan, raged inside my mind like a caged beast as I tore through my study. Failure! She slipped through our claws!
"STUPID! INCOMPETENT!" My fist connected with the wall, leaving spiderweb cracks in the drywall. The scent of my warriors' fear soured the air as I backhanded the nearest one. "HOW COULD YOU LOSE HER?"
I kept shouting and raking my hands through my hair in fury over what had happened.
Kyra escaped, and we were unable to find them even after searching the whole night. It made me so fucking angry that an invalid old wolf had managed to distract every guard I stationed around the mansion with just a mere shout.
"Alpha, we—"
"WHAT?" I glared at my Beta, Felix. "SPEAK."
He immediately bowed his head, fear plain on his face, then dropped to one knee. "The sports car... it's registered to a shell corporation. No buyer's name. No scent trails."
My fists trembled with uncontrollable rage.
Ronan snarled. Emily. Or that bastard Nathan.
