"Boss, we can't find the targets," the squad leader reported, standing stiffly before Cynthia.
Her jaw ticked. "Are you sure? Have you searched everywhere?"
"Thoroughly, ma'am. We turned this entire place upside down."
Cynthia sucked her teeth, clearly unimpressed. She took in the scene around her. The place had already been a disaster when they arrived, but she hadn't had time to question the cause until now.
Griffin Hale and the purple-haired girl were still missing which wasn't ideal. Still, the mission wasn't a loss, if anything it was quite the opposite
They had uncovered a cache of she-wolves hidden by the rogues. It was quite a jackpot. Capturing male werewolves for experimentation was much easier. Pure-blooded females were rare and highly prized, and the disappearance of even one was enough to raise suspicion.
The rogues had taken a risk. A stupid one.
