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Writer's pov

Maltida paced the room, her eyes darted towards the clock every so often as she grumbled to no one in particular “What's taking him so damn long, if they had just killed Hailey the moment I had told them to, Zac would be distraught and I would have been in charge. Dammit!”

She picked up her phone dialing Cedric's line for the third time.

“I hate this, he knows I don't like being kept waiting, what's the hold up for moon's sake. He better not be doing this on purpose.” at the dial tone she dials another line, tapping her feet with a vengeance

“Pick up, pick up! Great now even Fisher isn't picking” She throws her hands up dragging a loud sigh.

“A simple job and they couldn't even do it.”

“Stop panicking it's not doing much good. We just have to find out what's wrong.” her wolf snapped at her.

“What if Cedric has been captured, the big idiot has always thought he was untouchable, he could have gotten too cocky and let something slip” she frown, clutching her phone ti