At Crimson Howl Pack
Ronan drank straight from the wine bottle, tilting it until the last drop was gone. With a snarl, he hurled it at the wall. Glass shattered across the floor, the sound echoing through the room as his jaw tightened in rage.
It had been weeks. Weeks without a trace of Ayesha.
"Do you really think you can get away from me that easily?!" he growled, his voice thick with anger.
He rose, reaching for another bottle, when a knock sounded at the door.
"Alpha, it's me," came Arnel's voice. "There's news about Ayesha."
Ronan's hand froze. In an instant, he stormed to the door, flinging it open and dragging his Beta inside.
"Where is she? Did you find her?!" he demanded, his tone sharp with desperation. He was close to losing his sanity.
