“Have you sent word to her parents?” Stone asked as he sat
sharpening his nails with an emery board.
“Don’t worry about them,” Brody growled and looked back at the
door that held Natalie, blowing a curl of smoke lazily from his lips. “Once she
misses her ballet rehearsal her Mom will contact the National Guard and make it
breaking news worldwide.”
“Good,” he chuckled and lodged the file towards the coffee table. “Pretty soon her wolf should come looking for her
too.”
