The hours ticked by. She began to pace, her anxiety building. She didn't know how long this should take... none of this was familiar to her. It was normal for the packs, but she'd never experienced it. When the sun began to filter over the mountains she decided to go out and walk around the pack grounds. Nodding hello to anyone out this early, as few as they were. Everything was so prepared and the people so on top of their jobs that she had nothing to do.
“Luna!” a voice yelled from the packhouse. “Wolves were seen heading for the border!”
Astrid's face split into a grin. He was back! The border guards must've seen them coming. She ran toward the border where she'd expect them to come back through. She just knew he had to be alive. She knew it.
Her blood ran cold and she stopped shor
