Astor’s POV
Pain.
Sharp, burning pain sliced through my body, but I knew it wasn’t my pain. My wolf growled deep inside me restless and furious.
Faith.
She was hurting. And if she was hurting, it confirms that Kyle has her and he is hurting her.
My claws dug into the armrest of my chair as I fought the urge to shift, to run to her, to rip Kyle apart with my bare hands. But I couldn’t. Not yet. Not without a plan.
I needed Alice. She is the only one who most likely knows where I can find him but she was still unconscious and nobody is giving me anything to work with.
I've tried to find out everything I can but nobody seems to know where I can find him and I can't just go to his pack and start accusing him without proof even though I know it's him because it's an act of War.
But also
