Rage

ALPHA JEREMY'S POV.

Why did the damn impostor have to scratch his ear?

"Damn!"

Rage pulsed through my veins and I ran a hand through my hair angrily. I felt the urge to destroy. I wanted to find someone's neck to squeeze and snap. My hands shook from the rage I felt and all I wanted to do was scream my frustration out.

My feet paced around my room as our bug recorded nothing but leaves shaken by the wind. Nothing was working out. It was getting even worse. We had just given out our tool for progress.

They were far gone. Even if I wanted to chase in the direction they had gone hours ago, it would be impossible. They were far too gone.

I sat on my bed with the nails of my index and thumb in my mouth, as my leg tapped furiously. What was my next step? What else was I going to do?

Did I just return back to square one?

"Damn you!" I screamed, getting up from the bed, turning and giving it a kick. The bed frame moved, but I wasn't satisfied. I pushed it all the way to the wall and pick