Novel & Cerita Just Another Missing Person

We have been working on ideas and hopefully we can find a really good one. I promised Anna I would come see the party for mark they are setting up for. I know it’s something to do with paint ball but that’s all I’ve been a little busy lately. We have also been looking into tons of missing person reports for all kinds of packs . Then the out of body experience Anna had about doctors. We can’t find anything with suspicious testing. We have a few connections in the military and army. We even have a few I the navy and marines no information but if it’s a secret then they may have it classified. Which means good luck finding proof or information.

Sam was putting something on the notice board . “ hey whats that ? “ I asked as I came up to stand at his side . “ Another missing person Lenny , that's 3 in the past two months “ Sam replies . Another wolf , another teenager . Looking at the missing person poster I realised why the woman looked familiar. She was from my pack , the silver moon pack to the west of the city.

“We’re not alone.” The wolves pressed close, growling low. From the mist at the far end of the valley, a faint shimmer of movement appeared—too quick to make out clearly, but human-shaped. It moved between the trees with purpose, each step leaving faint ripples in the wet earth. Mireya’s voice was tense. “Another survivor?” Kaelen shook his head. “No. Look at the reflections.” In the puddles scattered across the ground, the figure’s reflection wasn’t the same—it lagged behind by a half-second, moving slightly out of sync.

Jeremy Rogers cuts me off, a tired and impatient tone, “But like what I have told your secretary, we can’t register a missing case just because a grown-up doesn’t answer their phone for a few hours.” Adrian glances at me sideways, a taunting smirk crawls onto his lips when he reads my frown. Under my glare, he pulls out his phone, dials a number, and instantly the blue light on his earbuds flashes. He is calling someone. “Mr. Knight, I’m sorry but I need to go,” Jeremy says on my phone, “you can register a missing persons case in 36 hours with any of our stations if Miss Fuller still doesn’t answer her phone, okay? A more likely case is that they are with friends or relatives though, from wh

Seeing the cold sweat covering my forehead, Mindy immediately decided to transfer me to another hospital for a full examination. Once the pain eased, I finally had enough strength to talk to her. Mindy had been Nancy's and my childhood rival. The three of us grew up together, but we had never gotten along. Everything changed when she was eight years old. She was kidnapped by human traffickers. I remembered the license plate of their vehicle and ran to warn the Jones family. Because of that, the police found her in time and rescued her.

"What a rare sight! Why are you still out so late? "Something came up." Danzel Bradley lit a cigarette. "Today's a big day. Did you go out for a date? That's rare." Shawn thought of Grace but didn't respond directly. He glanced at the police officers returning from duties at the entrance of the police station. "Got a case?" "Don't mention it. There was a sudden missing person case. We just sent out personnel to search when the report was abruptly withdrawn." "What kind of person requires mobilizing so many people?"

“Only a first name. Elera. No last name. No ID. The girl said she was from out of state, maybe New York, but Marlene thinks that was a lie. She described her as… fragile. Like she was running from something. Or someone.” Elera. My mother’s name might have been Elera. Or she might have picked it because it was close to Elowen. The thought made my chest ache in a way I couldn’t name. “Declan’s going to visit her in person tomorrow with photos from that era, see if anything else jogs her memory,” Kian continued. “Reina’s cross-checking missing persons reports and hospital Jane Does from December ’89 through January ’90 for anyone matching the description.”

He muttered the last part to himself. "What was she here for?" He sat down and began typing on his computer. "She came to report a missing person. Name's Anslem Grayson. She said he called her asking for help. She went to his apartment and he hadn't been home in days." "Does he look like this?" I showed him the picture I'd taken. He nodded. "That's him. He's one of us, although I can't find any information on his pack." A rogue. Goodness. I just keep getting more reasons to kill this fucker.

I said, my voice low and sharp, "are you blind, or is your heart just black?" I shoved the tag in front of the camera. "Open your damn eyes and look closely! Do you see what this is?" The HD camera auto-focused, the image instantly crisp. It wasn't an ordinary price tag. There was no barcode, no fabric info, no price. Just a black-and-white photo, and a single line of blood-red text: MISSING PERSON - Matthew Jackson, male, 5 years old, went missing in 2019, birthmark on left ear. If you have any information, please contact… Reward offered.

What's worse is that mortal laws and regulations are so fucked that there's nothing they can do because she has only been missing for an hour or so. Apparently, a college student won't even be considered a missing person unless it's been more than twenty-four hours. It doesn't matter that her bag and phone are here without her. It doesn't matter that there's absolutely no sign of her. Because no one saw her be abducted, she may not “actually” be missing. Fucking idiots. As much as I want to beat the two officers to a pulp, I know it's not their fault the system is flawed. I just try to keep my shit together until they’re gone.