ANDREA’S POV
“Alphas, we have another one.”
I sucked in a breath, fighting the urge to scream. Gina stood hesitantly at the door, clutching the landline like it might bite her. Or I might.
In hindsight, we probably shouldn’t have told the packs we visited to contact us if they had any leads. And we definitely shouldn't have set up a hotline for the general public to report suspicious disappearances.
Since then, we’d been buried in a flood of reports—ranging from “I think the guy I’m dating plans to kidnap me” to “My ex isn’t responding to my texts. She must have been kidnapped.”
Some were credible—real cases that matched the patterns we were investigating.
The headache was sorting through the noise, trying to filter what was serious and what was garbage.
“Give it here,” Kade said, extending a hand toward Gina.
I gave him a grateful smile as she passed him the phone.