The Press Lord bowed his head slightly before speaking his tone careful and deferential. “Luna Samantha… we traced Elise. She was working in bars, stripping in different packs. And when her Pack discovered it, they... cast her out.”
Samantha’s lips parted but she hold her composure. Stripping. Cast out. The words landed heavy, but she would not let them sink her.
“And now?” she asked, her voice calm, intelligent, carried the authority of her station.
The Press Lord lowered his gaze. “She has vanished, no trail. No one has seen her since.”
He slid the file across the table toward her, the folder was thick with reports; witness statements, scraps of evidence. The paper felt heavier than it should the moment she placed her hand on it... as if the weight of Elise’s disappearance h
