Ian's p.o.v

I was losing my mind and couldn't stop thinking about her. For a week I had looked everywhere!. Her former, burnt-down pack!. And even the forest as well as my whole pack but nothing. 

I had no idea where she could be and now I was fearing for the worst. She was just a slave girl with no clothes, money, or any skills of survival, was she by any chance killed?.

That thought made my knees weak. I slowly moved to the couch and sat down.

Only two days remained until the ...