#Chapter 15 Shifter Hunter

Third POV The police station was quiet at this time in the morning. Coffee was brewing in every corner and someone was already on a run for pastries just to spike some sugar in the room. A new photo was pinned up on the missing girls wall and Malcolm came early to study it before her parents arrived. Malcom was the head hunter of shifters and human traffickers. Tall, rough around the edges and handsome. He solved thousands of cases over the years and worked as hard as he could to prevent any more children from being taken—but some still slipped through the cracks and that was why he remained. Malcom paced the small office. Papers were spread across the desk. He ran his fingers through his blond hair and sighed. It always set an uneasy feeling inside him when he thought about a child suffering out there. “How old?” “She was 16, sir.” An officer answered by the door. “Her name is Patara, she was taken on the way home from school. Her parents reported her when they got home and