Tristan

I stared at the map spread across my desk, tracking the scout movements with red pins. Twenty teams containing forty wolves. All hunting for one small woman who'd been missing for five days.

Five days.

Five fucking days without knowing if she was alive or dead. Without knowing if she was warm, safe, fed. Without being able to reach through the bond to feel her presence because I'd shut her out so completely she probably thought I'd severed it.

My hands clenched on the edge of the ...