Chapter Fifty-Eight

Troy’s POV

Troy paced up and down the hallway, anger and irritation exiting his pores and making everyone avoid him. His skin kept rippling and he wanted to choke the life from Russo’s eyes. He wanted to see it wane and disappear completely.

He had tracked Reese’s scent all the way to the river and found Cleo’s scent there as well. He had followed her scent for a mile where it completely disappeared. His wolf was pissed off and he was pissed off.

“Is he awake?” Troy asked once the door opened and Dr Tyrell stepped outside.

“He’s awake, he has a nasty concussion but he’ll live.” The man sighed and shook his head.

Troy’s growl had him quicken his steps and he opened the door and walked into the holding cell where Russo was chained against the wall. Russo’s expression was blank and his eyes betrayed no emotion.

“Where did she go, Russo?”

“I don’t know,” Russo said and clenched his jaw.

“Why would she run? You said it was my fault and the way you said it, is why you’re here chained in thi