After sitting for a while, we both put on the clothes hidden in the woods for emergencies and walked back to the pack house.
No matter how hard this news hit me, there was no time to sit and sulk. I needed to act fast to save my mate.
Entering the pack house, I saw Ripley still seated in the living room with my mother by her side.
Dad seemed busy talking to someone on the phone, and my brother was nowhere to be seen.
They all looked up at me as I walked in, my beta trailing behind.
“Son, it’s a good thing you’re back,” Dad said.
“What’s the latest?” I asked.
“I just got off the phone with the I.G. The police are doing their best to find Macy,” Dad replied.
“Police? Did you call the police, Dad? How are they going to help? This is our situation. She is my mate, and I’m not going
