Lucien’s pov.

My men were scattered across every corner of Valentini's pack streets, searching every spot for her. The full moon was tonight but that was the least of my worries. All I could think about was her.

Ivy.

The bond tugged relentlessly, a phantom cord around my chest. Who was the wolf running with her? Was she truly gone of her own accord, or were Vincent’s smug little taunts just another attempt to get under my skin?

I clenched my jaw, staring at the bottle in my hand. ...