The Kidnapper

Dane POV

I was aware of the call's location because Violet told me, but I remained silent. I had a hunch that the kidnapper might try to run after calling her. She told me she had also given the coordinates to Max.

Along with my team of wolves, we headed out to find Milo while Max came here with Ben. I liked Violet’s theory. She was pointing at Alex.

I sent five of my wolves over here to keep a watch, hoping against hope that Alex hadn’t escaped. He hadn’t. The last I heard about the bloody drunkard was that he was too weak. Alcohol had killed his wolf and weakened his body. But to pull a trick like kidnapping my pup—now that was something. Could he do it alone? No. Then who was with him?

“What do we do?” Jackson said, pulling me out of my reverie.

“Surround the building,” I said as my claws elongated.

“But there’s no one inside!” Max said with irritation in his voice. “We’ve already seen every room, every hall and even storerooms.”

“Yes,” Ben added. “It’ll be a waste of time.”

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