Chapter one hundred thirty eight

The Hunt for Alina

The pack house was packed—wolves, elders, everyone crammed together, tension thick enough to choke on. The air reeked of sweat, frustration, and something even heavier—fear.

Marcus paced like a caged animal, his jaw clenched so tight it was a wonder his teeth didn't snap. His wolf was on edge, barely contained beneath his skin.

"This is fucking insane," he growled. "We searched the entire town, the woods—nothing. Not a damn trace of her."

Susan, still panting from the relentless search, shook her head. "This is strange. I can't pick up her scent. It's like she just… disappeared into another world."

"Maybe she went back to the mountains," Hector suggested, but even he didn't sound convinced.

Marcus whirled on him. "She's not there," he snapped. "She didn't just up and leave, Dad. She was taken."