Alpha Arlo Bianchi - POV
I woke up to the sound of plates clattering downstairs, and I looked out through the window to see that it was pitch dark outside, with the moon as the only source of light. It's been a few days since I had a proper sleep, and I feel more relaxed and refreshed right now.
I sat against the headboard and grabbed my phone as I called Sophia. The phone rang for a long time when she finally picked it up. "Did you find her?" that was the first thing I asked.
"We are still looking, Arlo. But we have got a lead." Sophia said, which made me sit up straighter.
"What is it?"
"Well, Isabella was spotted at a local motel in a small human town where she had changed vehicles with a couple. The same couple who was involved in that accident."
"Did you find out the plate number?" I asked her.