Hundred-Eleven: First Shift.

ELIANA.

"He's gone!" I burst through the doors, grasping the attention of both my Grandmother and my Dad. The latter especially who had an arch between his brows as he turned around.

I clenched my fist with an unwavering amount of anxiety and panic and Denver sauntered in right next to me. "Nathaniel seems to have escaped his dungeon" He reiterated and the guards by command stepped forward.

"He's not in here, the windows were left open with fur laying all around and bloody paw prints on the floor" I told my Dad. "He may have left the Pack—" "Well, he's not going anywhere far" He seemed confident as he stood up from his chair. His Beta Phil mounted a stance next to him.

"Relax, when he was unconscious, it was your Grandmother's idea to put a tracker on him" Dad said and I let out a sigh, partially from relief. "You put a tracker on him?" I asked as Phil reached for a phone laying on the table. My Dad collected it before inching closer to Denver and I.

"I mean your brother has been missi