Chapter 97
Allie’s office, usually a place of calm and strategy, or just girl banter, felt like a pressure cooker. The stakes had tripled in the blink of an eye. It wasn't just about the one missing child at Blue Lake anymore; Sarah was somewhere out there, likely in the throes of labor, and every second Allie spent pacing was a second the kidnapper got further away.
A sharp knock on the door made her jump. She practically ripped it off its hinges, her wolf, Mercury, snarling just beneath the surface. The sight of the Stone family was not what she expected. They looked like they had been dragged through a hedge.
“Luna,” Simba said, his voice dropping into that flat, dangerous tone he used when he was done playing games. Allie’s eyes darted from the disheveled couple to the trio of guard
