Matteo
Alec's anguish echoed through the room like a thunderclap. His desperate cry filled the air as he paced back and forth, unable to contain his worry and fear.
"No! I have to do something and find her. I can't sit still without seeing her safe and sound," Alec shouted, his voice raw with emotion. His fists clenched and unclenched as if trying to release the pent-up frustration that threatened to consume him. His eyes, usually filled with confidence and determination, are now brimming with anxiety and helplessness.
I watched my friend's distress, my heart aching for him. I knew precisely how he felt, and it was as if a heavy cloud of despair had settled over our pack. Being separated from your mate felt like a death sentence—a cruel twist of fate that left you incomplete, unable to
