(Author's POV)
"Hello," Alaric's cold and detached voice echoed from the other of the line.
Myra was panting profusely, her voice vibrated from sheer fright as she cried while running for her god damn life, "Al ... ari … c H . e . l . p."
Alaric frowned at the other end and checked his phone's display. The number was unknown but the voice, he knew he had heard it somewhere. The voice on the other end sounded distort because of the poor reception as well as Myra's constant running. He thought, one of those fanatics she wolf had somehow gotten their hands on his personal number and is trying to reach him. He spat feeling agitated, "Who have you called?" to confirm their identity.
He could hear only the sound of someone's gasps harshly. Before the call got disconnected Myra's distorted plea for help was heard by him, "It …... s me, My~ra. HEL~ P Me."
