Chapter forty

Zirah's POV

My feet were tapping against the black-marbled floor continuously in a steady rhythm. My lower lip was tucked between my teeth as I chewed it deep in thought. An idea had been brewing in my mind for the past couple of days, refusing to let go. I didn't but it seemed like I had no choice not but to give in. It's been two weeks, TWO weeks since my kids had gone missing and I haven't heard anything about their whereabouts. Noah says he's got his best men working tirelessly day and night to find them but yet, no news.

It was a wonder how highly skilled and trained werewolf shifters couldn't find three, little children.

It was now apparent that whoever had taken them had help from someone inside the house because I kept wondering how they knew my movements that morning unless they followed me. I have berated myself times without a number about how I could carelessly sleep off like that but I guess in the back of my mind, it has been a whole long ass year.

So I forgot or tempor