Lionel's POV
I was reviewing lab surveillance footage when my suit pocket vibrated with an incoming satellite call.
I answered, and Konstantin's urgent breathing filled my ear. "Alpha Lionel, Miss Sanders has gone missing!"
My knuckles crushed a pen, splintering wood into sharp shards. "What's the situation?"
Leroy whined anxiously in my mind.
"Her place is a mess. Her phone's on the sofa, but she's gone."
Fabric rustled as Konstantin investigated. "There are drag marks on the hallway carpet, and in the kitchen..."
"Check it out." Cedar scent froze on my tongue as I loosened my tie and headed to the garage.
A sudden pain seared my neck—my true mate was in danger.
Unfortunately, without her marked, I couldn't pinpoint her location.
Leroy's claws scraped my nerves.
"Let me take ov
