Chapter 37

Weston

Two Months Later

“ARGHGH!” I screeched, sending everything crashing off my desk. It had been two brutal months since Alex vanished from the pack, and no one had a lead. Wherever Matteo hid her, he’d fortified the place and kept it off the grid. My trackers on his Italian cabin reported it abandoned—dusty floors, empty rooms.

I still can’t remember Alex, and it’s driving me insane. Our photos capture laughter on the lake, stolen kisses in moonlight—but all I see are the moments I lost control: me screaming, tearing up our pictures, ripping her Luna ceremony portrait, even striking her, then pretending she didn’t exist. My head insists I don’t know her. But my heart—and Nox—know the truth.

Dr. Bennett says my vanished mark broke Nox’s bond with Alex’s wolf. Yet Nox still howls for her, convinced she’s his mate—our mark is there, though I can’t feel it.

The day after she disappeared, I left the hospital and had every one of her things returne