Ares POV

"I'm going to ask you again, where did you hear this information?" I ask the man in my grip, my hands wrapped around his shirt, our faces nose to nose as I stare the bastard down, my lip raised in a snarl. He's trembling in my grasp as his eyes begin to fill, but I ignore them, not giving a fuck about his tears, more focused on my kitten that's still not in my hold.

"It was some gossip that I heard when running King street. All they said was that some dude named Thomas had been taken." He tells me and looking into his eyes I can tell that he's telling the truth. I shake my head and push the man away form me harshly, making him stumble away from me before he turns to run while he still can.

My frown is heavier than it was this morning when I got up around five to start yet another day of searching for my spitfire. It's been four days since he went missing and it's like he just disappeared into thin air. I've combed the city twice already, even using a wolf friend of mine to track him, but his gorgeous scent of mint and snow disappears randomly off the sidewalk a couple block from home.

My friends and I have been on the streets, flashing my baby's picture and asking around if they've seen anything. Of course being the people we are, a lot of Enchanted try to get paid for the exchange of information or they'll withhold anything they know due to the no snitch policy but I have a quick solution to both. Either a good old fashion ass beating or a few broken bones from my bat get mouths moving and information flowing. And of course, the little information that the bastards do have us the same shit I've been hearing for the past several days.

There's someone out there that knows Thomas has been taken and is spreading the news, more than likely to make the words get back to me. If I find the person who's mouth is going to get the best of them, I can find my sweet soft kitten not to far behind, I know it, but no one can tell me what the person looks like.

Suddenly when I ask for species, or hair color or gender, memories start disappearing and mouths begin closing and no matter how many bones and noses I break, they refuse to answer that line of questioning and I think I know why.

Whoever is it, whether a group of people or one person alone, they have protection in Enchanted territory if not more.

And if they have protection, nothing I do or say is going to be able to get these half daemons to open their mouth. If the king card isn't phasing them, then whoever this person is or whoever they work for is one powerful son of a bitch. But at the end of the day it won't matter. None of it will because they'll all feel my wrath and every single inch of my pain whenever I find the bastards that took my little spitfire.

Since Thomas has gone, I've been getting calls from all of his friends non-stop, likely asking about Thomas to see if he's okay but I ignore them all. If the little shits didn't want to believe me when I came to them the first day, then I have no obligation to tell them shit. They can all rot as far as I'm concerned. Looking up at the sky, I know it's almost ten and that I should get home and rest so I can start again the next day, but sleeping and resting feels so selfish and wrong when I don't know what my precious kitten is going through, wherever he is.

I hope he knows that I'm looking for him. I pray every day that I'm out here running these streets to find him that he knows that I remembered his promise to me and I don't think he left. I pray that he knows I'm coming for him and to not give up hope because I'm doing all I can.

But a small part of me is terrified that my all isn't enough this time and that no matter what I do, I'm going to be too late. That it's already too late and if I find him, things won't be the same. And that little voice is driving me crazy at all the possibilities. And the scariest thing is, it's probably right. I try to shake the negative thoughts away from my mind, walking down the street towards home, my bat resting on my shoulder, my right hand holding it loosely. At first I drove around the city, wanting to get places faster but I starting walking yesterday, my mind too much of a jumbled mess for me to care about others safety on the road.

    It takes me no time to arrive home, the walk only twenty minutes before I'm arriving on my street, the lights running along the road beginning to flicker on as the day behind to come to an end. My eyes are trained on the ground as I walk forward, walking up the sidewalk slowly as I approach the building that Thomas and I used to call home.

      At first the sounds of doors opening and closing doesn't register but then, the sound gets too repetitive to ignore until I look up and see Chloe and the rest of his group getting out of their cars that are parked in front of the brothel. My lip curls in a snarl at the sight of them, the memory of them turning me away when I so desperately needed their help and when Thomas might be hurt and in danger, too fresh for me to even think about having a conversation with them. I turn my gaze to stare straight in front of me, and do my best to walk right past the individuals that seem to have been waiting for me to get home for a least an hour or so. "Ares!" I hear Chloe call to me as I pass his form but I don't turn my head, only continue walking down the paved walkway before I turn down the sidewalk that leads directly to the building.

     I hear the sounds of them following me and my hand tightens on my bat as I yank the door open harshly, my jaw tight as I try my best to remain civil, even towards the people that didn't care.

     And though it's clear that I want nothing to do with them at the moment, that doesn't stop them from following me into the building and partially down the hallway and Alex rushing forward to grab my shoulder. I stop in my tracks, shaking off the offensive hand before I turn around slowly to face the people I thought were my friends with a glare.

     "What?" I snarl, my voice far from the friendly and neutral one they've gotten so used to hearing and it makes the smaller people of the group flinch away. There's a part of me that wants to apologize but a bigger part of me that didn't care because I tried to keep the peace by walking away.

    Cody is the first to try and brave a conversation though he leans heavily into James, shrinking away from my burning gaze that's only just a few shades lighter than black.

    "W-we just wanted t-to come check up on you." He stutters and somewhere in me, I'm upset that he does, knowing that he only does so when he's nervous or scared but the words that fall from his lips distract me from that feeling.

     "Check up on me?" I ask dryly, my eye brows raised in disbelief though still lowered in a frown, hoping I'm misinterpreting his meaning.

     "Y-yeah." Chloe answer for him, a small frown on his face as he watches me carefully, his figure not leaning against his Mate, but his body is tense in what I can only assume is fear. Fuck him. "You and Thomas haven't been answering our calls and we were getting worried since we know you two got into a fight." He says and I just look at him. There's no way they can be this fucking dense.

      "You gotta be fucking kidding me."

      Alex throws his hands up in mock surrender as he looks at me with a sheepish frown, obviously not happy with the fear his Mate is giving off. "Hey, we tried to come earlier but no one is responding to our calls or texts."

     I let my bat fall off my shoulder and into my opposite hand, laughing at the audacity of the oblivious fucks in front of me, though the sound is bleak and eerie even to my own ears. I grip the handle tight before I start twirling it in my grasp as I begin to slowly begin moving forward towards the group making them unconsciously step back.

     "Do you know why we haven't picked up the phone?" I ask quietly, looking down at the spinning bat in my hand as it flies back and forth, the feeling of the aluminum against my palm addicting. I look up to make eye contact with the people in front of me, making sure to hold Cody and Chloe's gaze the longest, the ones that are supposed to know my spitfire just as well as me. "We haven't answered your calls because like I told you before, Thomas is fucking missing. He hasn't been home in four days. I'm not going to pick up the fucking phone when I'm too busy trying to find my fucking kitten!"

     The last part of my sentence is yelled making everyone flinch until my words start to sink in and I have them backed up against the door that leads outside. This time it's James who speaks.

       "Wait.. he hasn't come home? He's actually missing?" He asks and I can no longer hold back my anger as my bat is raised in my hands and I tilt it back, raising it over my shoulder before I let my white hot anger swing it around until it connects with the wall beside his head.

      "Get the fuck out!" I scream at them, and they all shrink away and jump as I seethe in anger and hurt, hating the way these people who are supposed to be my friends, can't even trust my word. "Fuck you. Each and every one of you. Go die in a fucking hole." I snarl, watching them stumble out of the door and into the evening air as my eyes flash red and my voice drops a few octaves. Cody is sobbing and Chloe is shaking like a leaf from fear but I no longer care. They have their Mates to hold them and assure them that everything is okay and I have no one.

    Fuck them. Fuck them all.

    I raise my lip in disgust at them once more before I turn away from the scared and angry faces, making my way down the hallway and to the stairs, and this time, there are no footsteps that try to follow me.

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Okay I love them, but they're getting on my fucking nerves. It's been days since you've heard from them and you're still going to act like oblivious little shits??? Baffles me.

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