The Dead Ava

"Fucking Lycans!" Jude spat on the large gates in front of him. He kicked it and once he was satisfied, he got into the car that was waiting for him.

"Call them… The Lycan will not give Ava back to us!" he barked at his secretary. "Ugh! Those things always thought they are above everyone else just because of their damn blood!!!" he clenched his hand. He wanted to punch someone. How could Matthew Graydon just treat him as some… shifter? He is the local head of the North American chapter of Trillium!

Does that shifter know something?

Was it possible?

No.

He shook his head and let out a few other curses.

After a few minutes, the car finally arrived at the airport where a private jet had been waiting for him. Getting into the jet, his expression immediately soured.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

Amore Mclary looked at the people who boarded the plane with him. Before she frowned. "I don't see her anywhere."