The night was as dark as ink, the cold wind swept dead leaves across the ground, and the entire Wolf Tribe was roused, torches blazing everywhere.
"All of you get out there and search—turn the whole mountain range upside down if you have to, but bring her back!"
Lyle Sutton kicked over the wooden stump by his foot, rage burning violently in his eyes—he was furious beyond words.
The daughter he had raised for over ten years—she had just given birth and now had to suffer like this. Just thinking about it made his heart ache and tremble with pain.
Corbin Crowley clutched at the mate mark on his chest that had no reaction at all—his expression was more panicked than ever, and real fear began to take root in him.
"Impossible… the mate has always been there."
His voice was hoarse to the point of breaking, desperately trying to activate the wolf-shaped mark on his chest, but no matter how hard he tried, there was just no response.
"How could this happen…"
