Chapter 63. Finding Sarah

Damon’s paws thundered up, stopping at the edge of the forest. The wolves behind him howled, bowing their heads as their Alpha shifted back to human form. The muscles tightened in Damon’s jaw, stormy golden eyes locked on the man kneeling before him. Jason.

“I gave you one task. ONE!” His voice was heavy, shaking Jason to the bone. “Where the fuck is she?”

Jason’s lip wobbled in shame, claws digging into the damp ground. “I still—” he hesitated, swallowing as Damon got closer. “I still h-haven’t found her. I searched the surrounding area… but aside from the dead bodies, there was no trace left.”

Damon’s throat constricted, hands tight. He felt lost… empty. He should’ve never left. If he didn’t, this wouldn’t have happened. It was his fault.

Not long ago, Gideon sent word that the one Hunter they left alive killed himself before saying anything. And now this.

He was dying inside, angry, frustrated and desperate for even a string of hope that she was stil