The Moonstrike Pack
"There's still no word, Tyler?" Zion's voice was hoarse, almost lifeless, as he stood before the wide window of his chamber.
Heavy rain pounded against the glass, streaks of water racing downward as if mirroring the wreckage inside his soul.
Beta Tyler, standing a few steps behind, lowered his head.
"I'm sorry, Alpha. Every sentinel has scattered across the land. To the northern borders, far to the south—it's all the same. Nothing. It's as if—" he swallowed hard, his voice trembling, "—as if Lady Arwen has truly vanished from the face of the earth."
Zion clenched his fists at his sides. His breathing was heavy, his eyes trembling with the storm raging in his chest.
"One month…" he whispered in a broken monologue. "For an entire month, I've sent every soldier, yet
