Max POV

The moment Leo and I stepped through the front door of the pack house, I could feel the weight of the night pressing down on me. Every nerve in my body was on edge, taut with exhaustion and worry. We'd just come back from patrolling the borders—a necessary, tense task—checking for signs of intrusion, any sign that the enemies were planning their next move.

"Where the fuck is she?" I clenched my fists and looked around the empty room. Leo placed a hand on my back. He ...