(Zayden)
The office smells like old paper and failure.
Three weeks. That’s how long it’s been since Isla escaped.
The elders are here again and so is Elder Rowan. They were here to address the whispers in the pack according to them but I knew better, they were here to remind me of my failure…….especially Elder Rowan.
He’s sitting across from me with his cane between his knees. The same cane he used to pat my head when I was ten and said “you’ll make a fine Alpha.”
“You look like hell,” Rowan says.
“Get to the point.”
He sighs. “The point, boy, is that we have a problem. And you’re the one who made it.”
Serena is at my side. She hasn’t spoken yet which is smart. She knows when to be quiet.
“The bond,” Rowan continues. “It’s still there. Faint, but there. You can feel it, can’t you
