Chapter 106. The Death of Conan

The Alpha lay unconscious; I had never seen him in that position, so wounded and weakened. Was the scent of his beast not reaching me? Had the monster abandoned him?

My heart pounded intensely in my chest, Conan. Had someone protected him? Where was he? I needed to go back and find him. I couldn't sense him in the pack; I couldn't catch his scent. Everything reeked of blood, decay, and despair. My she-wolf sent me warning signals; her restlessness consumed my emotions!

I transformed into a wolf, glancing at the resting Lycan. I was ready to leave when a roar caught me off guard.

“Don't you dare go there!” the Alpha bellowed, rising angrily.

“Harvey… We need to find Conan!” I spoke almost pleadingly, a desperate knot forming in my throat. “ Something is not right about all this; I don't feel him anymore.”

My eyes welled up; the Alpha stood there analyzing me until he transformed into a human. As he sighed and looked at me, I realized what had happened.