**Unknowns POV**
Rumors have been spreading through the witch and fey that the goddess has once again come to the mortal plain. I’ve had spies in many packs across America collecting intel and reporting back to me for her potential vessel. What started with hundreds of dead ends has resulted in half a dozen promising leads. Two have stuck out in Alaska. One in the attic circle and one in the panhandle.
I now just have to wait to hear back from my informants to see if they can send me any pictures or videos or audio for confirmation of the shift. I’ve been pacing my office for days waiting to hear something.
“This is ridiculous. Why this obsession with finding her? We have a mate. But you put her in the dungeon! You still have time to fix this, I’m begging you! See the error of your way
