Dean stared at his phone screen. He had been trying to reach Becca all evening, but she wasn’t answering any of his calls. Was she upset that he hadn’t picked up her earlier call? Possibly. But deep down, something just didn’t feel right. It wasn’t like her to completely ignore him.
As he stepped into the pack house, a few servants greeted him respectfully. He returned their greetings with a distracted nod, not slowing down as he made his way through the corridor with heavy, determined steps. Just before he reached the stairs leading to his room, Harriet stepped in his path, her expression slightly troubled.
“Alpha... I’m afraid the Luna hasn’t returned yet,” she said hesitantly.
Dean halted immediately, confusion washing over his features. “What do you mean she hasn’t returned? I spoke
