Time was running out. In the evening, I felt Ivy’s pain, and it was excruciating. It was only a few minutes while we reviewed the details for tomorrow's attack. My soldiers had arrived but were staying in a hotel. We suspected that someone was giving information to the person who kidnapped Ivy. It was clear that they had the help of someone to enter the pack and capture Ivy.
If I had time, I would find the mole, but right now, my first priority was to take Ivy out of there.
I will deal with that person later and ensure they don't see the sun again; they will beg for me to kill them.
The pain that she felt was immense. It made me fall to the ground; my knees felt weak, my chest was burning, all my muscles ached, and my head felt heavy, like someone was crushing my skull. That was the
