Max's Point of View
"I have a lead," I announced marching into the Alpha's office at the base and slamming an envelope down on his desk.
His head, which had been staring down at the same set of papers and photos that had been there all day, suddenly shot up to reveal a set of agitated but tired eyes.
"What?" he asked.
His shock didn't surprise me. The week had been a series of dead ends with no evidence or clues pointing to Ella's location. It was almost as if she had been plucked from the world.
"I have a lead. Look," I insisted, pushing the envelope closer to him.
He pulled the papers out of the envelope and looked intently. The idea had come to me as I was writing a list of all the people I knew hated the Alpha early that day.
"We know that it was somebody that has something against you-"
"That doesn't narrow it down much," he interrupted.
"And we know it was somebody experienced and knowledgeable to carry out a such a clean, organised, large-scale operation without leaving any evidence. That cuts rogues out of the question. And we also know that Ella is still alive-"
"We don't know that for sure," he interjected again with a creased frown across his features.
"The man in the phone call said 'we have what we came for'. Doesn't that suggest they wanted her alive. And don't you think that if they did kill her, they'd want you to know? It's been a week, Alpha," I explained.
He was still studying the contents of the envelope, which consisted of some documents from the pack database and a photo, but looked up to me for a short second with a half smile.
"I hope you're right, Maximus," he said before casting his eyes back down.
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