Karl's POV

“Any sign of him?”

“Not at all, Alpha.”

Ferguson paced the room restlessly. His hand caressed his jaw, face creased.

“You may go,” he dismissed the pack warriors. They were the third search party he had sent out and like the first and second, they hadn't had much luck.

He turned to me.

“It's been three days, Karl. Three days. At this point, I don't think he wants to be found.”

“But Alpha, what if something happened to him?” I chipped.

“I'm sure he's ...