Miles away, Jagson stormed his way through the halls of Droake. Pack members cowered at him in passing, fearful of the rage he was emitting. Torra scurried behind him, trying to keep pace with his long strides as they made their way toward the council room. It had been a few days since the guards reported Cora jumping from the rocks at the Lake and no sign of her had been seen since. No one dared to go near the water, believing it to be poisonous and Jagson preferred it that way. They would simply need to search harder, they were wolves for Goddess sake, all kinds of heightened senses were the beauty of their true forms. He couldn't understand what the problem was, and Cyclone was screaming the same in his head all day long, acting a storm fitting for his name. As angry as he was fo
