Zillon glared up from his desk at one of the pack members who had entered his office. The man's face looked as though it was melting, his fear almost tangible. He was just about ready to sh*t his pants. "A-Alpha...we have yet to catch a whiff of her scent, we searched near, we searched far and yet we couldn't find her."
Zillon chuckled, the sound blatantly humourless. "The people who recommended you to me as one of the best trackers are mere fools who deserve death. For how could have a nose better than even mine and don't know how to even use it?"
"Alpha I...something must've went wrong...sh—"
"Get out."
"Alpha—"
"Two months, you idiots have been searching for two months...how much more times must I threaten you all before really biting off your necks?"
"We're sorry alpha."
"I didn
