AUTHOR’S POV

IN AN UNKNOWN PACK

“What do you mean he was captured?” the woman’s voice thundered as the glass slipped from her hand and shattered against the wall. The pieces scattered across the floor, sharp and glittering like her fury.

“I’m sorry,” the man said quickly, reaching out as if to steady her rage. “We almost had her.”

“Almost?” Her eyes burned with hate as she spun to face him. “Why is it so hard to capture a single girl? One girl!” She pushed his hand ...