The pack house felt different now.

Every shadow seemed suspicious. Every whispered conversation felt like a conspiracy. Every friendly smile could be hiding a killer's intent.

I'd spent the last hour searching Lily's room for anything that might be missing. A pillowcase. A hair tie. Anything that could carry her scent.

I found nothing obvious, but that didn't mean nothing had been taken.

Lucas was pacing restlessly in my mind, wanting to hunt down every potential threat and ...