Third POV
The tension in Alpha Henry’s office hung thick in the air like smoke. The older wolf looked exhausted, dark circles shadowing his eyes as he faced the angry man before him.
“This is unacceptable!” Former Beta Cohen slammed his fist on the desk, causing the pens to rattle. “My daughter is not a criminal. Why is Jessie being treated like one?”
Henry rubbed his temples. He couldn’t even fault the man for the lack of respect toward his former Alpha now. As a father, he knew too well what Cohen felt.
“It’s standard procedure, Cohen,” Henry said. “Everyone who had contact with Hazel in the days before her disappearance is being questioned.”
Before Cohen could respond, the door burst open. Alpha Joseph Lancaster of the Ironhound Pack stormed in, his face contorted with fury.
“Henry!” Joseph’s voice boomed across the room. “Why is my daughter being held prisoner in your territory?”
