Angel

(Jack's POV)

Alpha Michael snored in his big bed. Peaceful. Asleep. Unaware of the danger lurking.

As for me? I sat in the corner chair close to the lamp stand. Watching. Waiting. For minutes, now while the rest of my family torn his pack apart looking for my mate.

I wasn't in a hurry. This confrontation was long overdue and I was going to take my sweet time.

My rage was a cold stone in my gut. The thought of how terrified she must be in whatever hellhole he threw her in fuel my anger.

He woke up fast. Alpha instincts, I guess. He sat bolt upright. Eyes scanning the dark room. Sharp. Alert. Not scared yet. Just aware someone was there. His hand slapped the empty space beside him.

"Akira?" He called for his wife that was currently in a meeting with the majestic very furious Marie Kinney.

"Not here," I told him. My voice was flat. Dangerous.

He flinched.

He recognized my voice.