Chapter Twenty-Nine
***Westleyan***
“Someone has to know where Clarice came from,” I can hear Jarron saying on the phone. “No, Luna Vesta doesn’t know her maiden name. We’ve searched all of the records from the Dark Shadows pack, and there’s no information on her before she showed up at Derek’s pack.”
It’s been a month. A long, torturous month. I felt the pain and betrayal Mila felt when I stabbed her, and then after that, I only felt her absence. She can’t be dead—I won’t even consider that possibility. The pain of losing a mate is a difficult feat that not many wolves survive. I never felt that pain. I know that the witch has her somewhere, but they’ve disappeared without a trace.
“Great, let me know if you find anything.” Jarron hangs up the phone and sits down in the chair across
