Chapter 25
DESTINY’S ROOM WAS locked from the outside but empty on the inside. Well, not empty of furnishings. Between the boy-band posters and the pink princess canopy, it was clear that a beloved daughter had once lived here. However, the only thing that remained of the room’s more recent occupant was Destiny’s scent.
I itched to nose around in wolf form, but my wrist was bound to Luke’s and he responded like a pack werewolf. Dialing up the war room on his cell phone, he began trading information with the on-duty sentry—Mason.
“There are no cameras inside Arthur’s residence, alpha.”
Luke winced but refrained from correcting the honorific this time. Instead, he prodded: “And outside?”
“The closest cameras are a block away. Hold on....”
While Mason scrolled through security footage,
