Kieran's POV
Ronan snarled viciously in my mind as I slammed my fists on the steering wheel after the warriors I stationed inside the airport reported to me. They were all looking down—submissive wolves avoiding their Alpha's wrath. They knew I didn't like their report, and I was so close to ripping out their throats in fury.
"Pathetic excuses for warriors," Ronan growled. "They couldn't track down one pregnant she-wolf?"
"Sir..." Another group of warriors rushed over. "A pregnant woman collapsed inside. She was brought to the clinic."
My wolf surged forward with hope. I immediately jumped out of the car and stalked toward the terminal. I went straight to the clinic and gritted my teeth after seeing the pregnant woman they were talking about. Not Kyra. Just some human.
"Come here," I commanded, my Alpha tone making the air thick with dominance as I told the one who reported to me.
I punched him in the face as soon as he stood in front of me. His nose crunched under my fist.
