Walter POV
“It’s been days, and there’s still no sign of her. Unbelievable,” I growled as I raised my glass of vodka on the rocks back to my temple. The swelling had finally gone down where Ella smacked me, but the bruising was still present.
I could feel the other wolves of the Manhattan pack laugh about it, but whenever I made eye contact, they shirked away. At least they knew who would win in a fight.
“She is my daughter after all. She’s resourceful,” Hugo said before sipping on his drink. He swirled the ice around before pouring more into his now empty glass.
“Clearly. Who knew she had such violent tendencies?” I pulled the glass off my bruise and took another swig, downing the last of the liquid. It burned down my throat but still didn’t take away from the pulsing of my injury.
“I just don’t get why she hit you. Are you sure you didn’t do something to deserve my daughter’s wrath, Walter?” Hugo huffed before taking another sip.
