Chapter 28

Adrian

It’s been six days since Weston vanished. We’ve combed every alley and warehouse in Pittsburgh, followed whispers and false leads until our paws were sore and our noses numb. In the chaos of the city—horns blaring, sirens wailing—we lost his scent. Reluctantly, we filed a missing-person report with the human police. My father and his trackers refused to relent; they continued scouring the outskirts “the wolf way,” slipping through shadows, eyes glowing with determination. Alex, furious and frustrated, let her emotions slip—her heightened senses dulled, her wolf fraying at the edges. Each hour her bond with Weston weakened; even her lupine spirit recoiled at the emptiness.

Matteo warned that Sebastiano might smell her despair and strike. Dominic hovered near Sophie, whispering reassurances to keep her calm—stress could cost them the baby they’d dreamed of. Weston’s parents teetered on the brink of collapse: the pack was Alex’s to command, but without Weston