Liam’s POV
The wind howled through the dense forest, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and pine. The moon hung high above, casting an eerie glow over the pack's woods. It had been a week—seven days and seven nights—since Ava disappeared, and every second without her felt like a blade twisting deeper into my chest.
I clenched my fists, my patience thinning with each passing hour. "Spread out," I ordered my men, my voice rough with exhaustion.
"Check every clearing, every cave, every damn crevice. I don’t care if you have to turn over every leaf in these woods—find her."
My wolves nodded, their expressions tense with worry and determination. They knew what she meant to me. Or maybe they didn’t—not entirely. Hell, even I hadn’t realized it until now.
I ran a hand through my hair,
