Griffon’s face darkened.

He quickly typed back. [That’s not a funny joke.]

The response was almost immediate. [It is not a joke. I don’t know who you are, but based on the messages I read on here, you don’t sound like a great guy. If you want to find her, you can go to hell, to do it.]

His heart stuttered. No, that wasn’t possible. He opened the door and looked at Andre, who was visibly flustered and upset, a rare occurrence for his a*sistant.

“What happened?” he demanded, the gruffness and worry his wolf was feeling infusing his typically rigid tone, though he managed to keep the rest of...