‘Keep a cool head, Alpha. Your lover is gone, but we’re not going to stop until we find her,’ Jecht sent to Zaros, who had just found out about the incident. The Alpha was standing there in wolf form, fur bristling. His lips were pulled back from his fangs as he threw back his head and let out a frustrated roar like noise. The pack turned their heads, alert and exchanging concerned glances.

Zaros began to pace, then shifted into his humanoid form, leaning against the brick, ...