Hardin:
With every tour of the camp that turned futile, my heart sank.
My wolf was in a trance, engulfed in the hate he now felt for Jasmine as he watched through my eyes as my father directed men who were supposed to scour the area.
Three more men came in, the lamps in their hands now dead and their body a replica of mine, covered in mud from the trampling all over the camp grounds.
" Alpha, we checked the west coast and it's clear. She is not there. " One of them said, causing an audible sigh to leave my father's mouth.
Her mother sat huddled up in a corner, tears streaming down her eyes as she took in another deep breath.
" We are going to find her babe. Just trust me and relax okay? She probably has someone come take her out of the camp in a disguise. You know how rebellious teen
