Mark
I had texted Alexa several times, but my messages fell into an unsettling silence. She better not be playing games with me; she'd regret it if she were. After the brief and uneventful meeting with Alpha Felix and a pack member whose name I didn't care to remember, I stepped outside to search for her. Meanwhile, Malcolm was off doing his own thing, but I felt his watchful gaze lurking behind me.
As I walked the sprawling grounds, I scanned every corner and shadow for any sign of Alexa. The sun began to dip low in the sky, casting elongated shadows that played tricks on my mind. I kept texting and calling her, my heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and frustration, but each attempt only met with the same infuriating silence. Where could she possibly be?
"Where are you going, Mark?
