Draco was standing in front of the long table with his men on each side. They were overlooking the Werewolf realm map in deep silence.
It had been two weeks since Rosina had gone missing, and no one had found any tracks of her. They were stuck at level one with no means of progress, which frustrated Draco even more.
"Ah! Sh*!" Draco growled loudly before throwing his glass of wine over the map. He couldn't sleep well for the past few days, and his nerves were on wreck.
"I only wanted a clue where she was taken, and none of you knew the answer!?" Draco shouted at his men with pure disappointment.
Even though they were in a contractual marriage, he could always cover Rosina being missing that they divorced. He couldn't do it, especially when the wolf inside him was howling in sadness without Rosina in sight.
