Nolan POV
“Why would I want to help you, King Nolan,” William asks with irritation clear in his tone.
“Because Fiona is gone. I want to help clear her name of the mess that’s in the media, and I know you’re good at investigating and finding evidence on people,” I tell him, digging my claws into my palm. “Can you find out who sent the pictures to the media?”
“Yes, and what are you going to do?” He asks.
Sighing, I look up at the apartment building in front of me. When I found the resignation letter on my desk this morning, I knew I had to find Fiona.
“I’m going to get her back,” I tell him before ending the call. If I didn’t, she would disappear, and I can’t let that happen.
“Go to her,” my wolf urges, and I do. Her apartment is three floors up, and before I know it, I’m knocking
