Thomas's POV　　I don't even bother to get in my car. The hospital is only a few blocks away. I know I can run there faster than my car can get me there. Holding the syringe tightly in my hands, I take off running toward the hospital. As I burst through the hospital doors I am shocked to see the waiting room full of injured members of my pack.　　When I saw the dead bodies of the rogues in and outside of the Great Hall, I was sure that my warriors had been the ones to take them down. I couldn't have been more wrong. Men, women, and children are all waiting to be seen. All with various injuries. Anger pulsates through my veins as I see the children of my pack with bruises and cuts on their bodies. I know that rogues have no honor, but to attack children is despicable.　　A nurse walks by me and stops in her tracks when she notices that I am standing in front of her.　　"Alpha," she says as her face blushes with embarrassment. "Are you injured?"　　I think about the wound on my leg but I do

　　Thomas's POV　　"What do you mean that you aren't coming back for your daughter?" I scream through my phone at Alpha Aiden.　　"After what happened at Mia's Luna Ceremony we just don't feel safe returning to your pack at the moment," Alpha Aiden's response is choppy and slow.　　"I will send Cora back to your pack with several of my warriors," I roll my eyes in frustration. "I guarantee her safety."　　The other end of the phone call is silent. Holding my phone away from my ear I check to make sure that the call hasn't been disconnected. Finally, Alpha Aiden speaks up. "I don't think that is the best idea. Who knows when the next attack will take place? I think it would be best if Cora stayed within your pack for now."　　"You cannot be serious," I groan. "I don't have time to babysit your daughter. I have a mate to search for."　　Alpha Aiden scoffs loudly into the phone. "How do you know that Mia didn't use the rogue attack as an opportunity to run away?"　　A growl erupts from my chest.

　　Mia's POV　　My lips are dry and are beginning to crack painfully. I try to lick my lips to moisten them but even my tongue is dry. I can't remember the last time I had food or water. Time is passing too slowly, or too quickly. It is hard to tell down here in the cellar. Each time Alpha Richard or the rogue comes down to see me, I am met with a barrage of questions and beatings. The days and nights are all starting to blur together.　　Alpha Richard has refused to release me from the chair. Blood, vomit, and urine have made my once beautiful green evening gown stiff. The dress crinkles loudly as I try to move my legs but the silver wire around my ankles bites into my skin. If I wasn't so dehydrated, tears would be falling from my eyes.　　I spend most of my time praying to the Moon Goddess for help. Praying that Alpha Thomas will burst through the cellar door and release me from my bonds. I fantasize that he scoops me into his arms and brushes my matted hair out of my face and confesses

　　Thomas's POV　　I don't waste any time getting back to the pack house after Jacob confirms that Cora's fingerprint is the only possible match. I take the stairs four at a time, racing up them as fast as I possibly can. Stopping outside of the guest room where Cora is staying, I try to cool my temper. 　　My wolf is ready to charge inside and rip her to pieces but if we do that we may never find Mia's location. Plus, there is no doubt in my mind that Cora is just an expendable player in this game. I do not doubt that Cora injected Mia with the drug concoction but I am sure that her parents and Alpha Richard put her up to it. 　　The scent of lavender comes through the door and I am sure that she is in the room, but there is another scent mixed with hers. One that is familiar. Dylan. I try to twist the door knob but it is locked. I swear on the Moon Goddess, if he fucking her I will kill them both.　　Bracing my hands against the doorway, I kick her door off the hinges and it lands loudly

　　Mia's POV　　It has been a week and Alpha Donovan hasn't called Thomas yet. I don't know if I feel relieved or disappointed. Each morning I wake up in the hospital I swear I smell his sandalwood scent and a feeling of excitement washes over me, but it always turns out to be a figment of my imagination. Thomas isn't here and he isn't coming for me. I only have myself to blame.　　Alpha Donovan, on the other hand, has been attentive and sweet. He comes to the hospital several times a day to check on my progress. While I enjoy the attention, I am sure that he is only coming because he feels guilty for standing by while Alpha Richard tortured me. My cuts and bruises are healing quickly but my bones are not and without a wolf to heal me I could be in this hospital for months.　　Doctor James is studying my chart as he makes his morning rounds. He rarely speaks to me and when he does it is in short choppy sentences. He has made it very clear that he doesn't approve of my being here.　　"When d