Fifty six

“Kyra?” Anton called as he burst into the room, ignoring the guards at the door who now had fearful expressions.

“You are both in trouble,” Cynthia did not

mind rubbing salt on their exposed wound, and she opened her mouth, ready to scream loudly when one made a move to hit her. “I will scream, try it,”

“Watch your back,” they both warned her before they went into the room to join Anton.

“She never came out after she walked in, alpha. I think we should check the—” the guard slammed his mouth shut without completing his statement about them checking to see if she’s thrown herself out of the window because Anton was already walking to the window and staring outside.

“There is nothing out there to show that she jumped out.” Anton turned around, his eyes blazing red with fury as he grabbed the guard who was closest to him by the collar, lifting him up effortlessly. “Where is Kyra? Where did she go?”

“I… I d…do…don't know.” The guard was shaking and sweating in Anton’s hold, “We were stand