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My werewolf healing kicked in immediately, clearing the fog from my head. I blinked rapidly, trying to assess the damage and my condition.
Before I could reach for my phone to call Connor or pack security, the sound of shattering glass filled the air A man had smashed my driver’s side window with something heavy.
Rough hands grabbed my arms and dragged me from the car. I struggled against his grip, my training automatically engaging.
“Who are you?” I demanded sharply, my voice carrying the authority I’d learned in courtrooms. “Do you know who I am?”
The man completely ignored my questions, his face hidden in shadow. His grip tightened painfully as he tried to subdue me.
My werewolf reflexes and the self-defense skills Connor had insisted I learn caught the attacker off guard. I twisted in his grasp, using his momentum against him.
A sharp elbow to his ribs made him grunt and loosen his hold. I immediately tried to break free, but another man emerged from the pursuing black vehicle.
“You incompetent fool,” the second man snarled angrily at his partner “Can’t you handle one simple lawyer?”
This man was clearly the leader. His voice carried menacing authority that made my wolf bristl alarm.
I saw my opportunity while they were distracted. Reaching carefully into my damaged car, I managed to grab my phone to contact Connor through our mate bond or call pack security.
Just as my closed around the device, the leader moved with supernatural speed. He snatched the phone away before I could dial.
The sound of crushing plastic and metal filled the air as he ground my phone under his boot. The screen shattered completely, destroying my only means of communication.
“You’re coming with us, Miss Winters,” he stated coldly, his eyes glowing with predatory satisfaction. “Someone wants to have a very important conversation with you.”
(Emma’s POV)
The cold wind at Harbor City Regional Airport cut through my jacket as I stood at the exit, scanning the pickup area for Olivia’s familiar face. Passengers streamed past me, reuniting with their families and friends, but there was no sign of my former boss.
I checked my watch again. Thirty minutes had passed since my flight landed.
This wasn’t like Olivia at all. She was always punctual, especially when it came to important matters like picking up a new team member.
I pulled out my phone and dialed her number, pressing it to my ear as the wind whipped around me. The automated voice that answered made my stomach drop.
“The number you have dialed is no longer in service.”
That was impossible. We had spoken just an hour ago through our pack communication app, finalizing the pickup details. Olivia had been excited about my arrival, eager to show me the new office space.
Something was definitely wrong.
I tried calling again, hoping it was just a network issue. The same automated message played back, cold and impersonal.
My anxiety began to spike. Olivia wouldn’t just disappear without explanation, especially not when she knew I was waiting for her. and
I opened the werewolf community messaging app on my phone, hoping to reach her through video call. The app connected, but the call went unanswered.
The familiar ringtone echoed in my ear as I waited, watching other passengers being picked up around me.
Still no response.
I tried again. And again. By the fifth attempt, my hands were shaking slightly from both cold and worry.
Forty minutes had passed since my flight landed. Olivia had promised to be here in fifteen minutes when we last spoke.
Where could she be?
I had no other contacts in Harbor City. Moving here meant starting completely fresh, with only Olivia as my connection to this new life.
Then I remembered the name of her law firm. Moonstone Legal Partners. She had mentioned it proudly during our phone conversation, describing the renovations and new team members.
I quickly searched online for the firm’s information. The website was sleek and professional, listi neir services and contact information.
I found a landline number and dialed immediately. The phone rang and rang, but no one answered.
Of course. It was after working hours. The office would be closed.
Desperation began to creep in as I stood alone in the airport pickup area. The crowd was thinning as mos passengers found their rides and departed.
I couldn’t just stand here forever. Something had happened to Olivia, and I needed help.
The police station seemed like my only option. I approached the airport security desk and explained my situation to the officer on duty.
“My friend was supposed to pick me up, but she’s not answering her phone,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m worried something might have happened to her.”
The officer was professional and understanding. He took down Olivia’s information and promised to contact her family.
Within an hour, I received a call from Richard Winters, Olivia’s father. His voice was tight with worry and barely controlled panic.
“Emma, this is Richard Winters. The police contacted us about Olivia. We can’t reach her either.” My heart sank. If her own family couldn’t contact her, something serious had definitely happened. “We’re calling all her friends now,” Richard continued, “Someone must know where she is.”
I could hear Natalie Winters in the background, her voice strained as she made phone calls. The fear in their voices made my own anxiety spike higher.
Meanwhile, across the city, Lily was out drinking with friends at an upscale bar when her phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and saw Richard Winters’ name.
“Hello, Uncle Richard?” she answered, slightly slurred from the alcohol.
“Lily, have you heard from Olivia today? She’s missing.”
The words sobered her instantly. “What do you mean missing?”
“She was supposed to pick up a friend at the airport but never showed up. Her phone is disconnected. We can’t find her anywhere.”
Lily’s blood ran cold. She immediately tried calling Olivia herself, but got the same automated message about the number being out of service.
“I’m calling Connor right now,” she told Richard, her voice sharp with urgency.
She hung up and immediately dialed Connor Rivers’ number, her hands trembling slightly.
(Olivia’s POV)
The impact of the black sedan against my Glacier Blue Bentley Continental GT had been devastating. The luxury vehicle’s reinforced frame had absorbed much of the collision, but the damage was severe.
Steam rose from the crumpled hood as I struggled to regain my bearings. My werewolf healing was already working to clear the disorientation from the crash.
The first man who approached my car had been clumsy, unprepared for my resistance. I had managed to fight him off using the self-defense techniques Connor had insisted I learn.
But the second man was different. He moved with the fluid grace of a trained fighter, his strikes precise and calculated.
Despite my werewolf strength and training, I was no match for his skill. He anticipated my moves, countering each attempt to escape with brutal efficiency
The fight was over quickly. Pain shot through my body an he overpowered me, his superior training evident in every movement.
“You’re tougher than expected,” he said, breathing only slightly harder. “But not tough enough.
He produced silver-laced restraints from his jacket, the metal gleaming ominously in the streetlight. The silver burned against my skin as he bound my hands and feet.
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