"Have you found her, yet?"
"We know where she is. She's in Blue Moon. She's in the Junior Alpha's bed." A dead voice informed the inquirer.
"Who is the Junior Alpha?"
"Jerome Wilder."
A crazy laugh filled the otherwise silent room. Two fists slammed into the desk. "That fucker actually took her as his own?"
The silence in the room was eerie. No one wanted to answer the question. The truth was not going to win anyone bonus points.
A death-wishing voice spoke. "She's the mate he was looking to rescue this whole entire time, Sir."
"Fuck!" the desk was pushed several feet away roughly. "How long have you known that?"
The owner of the voice was raised off the ground so that his feet dangled. "A few hours ago, sir."
A swing and release unleashed the body in the direction of the others in the room.
Everyone dodged the flying body which landed on its hands and feet with a small slide.
