**Theo**

“Where is she?” Cyrus’s voice was a low growl.

Larog looked up, feigning ignorance. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about, Alpha.”

Without warning, Cyrus lunged forward, grabbing Larog by the throat and lifting him off the ground.

“You know exactly who I’m talking about,” Cyrus hissed, his grip tightening. “Where is Agnes?”

Larog blinked for a moment before his face twisted into a smirk. He started to laugh and the sound was unpleasant and eerie. ...