Soren growled inside me. "She needs us, she is in danger. Stop sitting, Alpha, go bring her back!"
A chill of my spine rose, my chest tightened, and my breathing became heavy. "Call the factory." I whispered, my tone lower and colder than usual, with the unquestionable pressure of Alpha. "Find out where she last appeared, right away."
"Now." Beta Sawyer turned and left without hesitation.
The door slammed, but I was still standing there, my fists clenched and my knuckles turned white.
When Beta Sawyer returned, his expression had darkened considerably. "The factory claims she left around 1 PM. She should have been back hours ago."
My jaw tightened as Soren began pacing restlessly inside me.
Something was wrong—I could feel it in my bones.
I immediately canceled the video conference
