Marco steps into the packhouse, his presence commanding as the guards standing in the hallway instantly straighten. The air is thick with tension, whispers dying the moment he passes. His expression is unreadable, but his sharp eyes scan the room as if already sensing something is amiss.
The moment he enters the war room with his Beta, Stephen. His Gamma and the others were waiting. His clothes are slightly disheveled, the scent of travel and blood clinging faintly to him. He had just returned from searching for Lowell as they divided the day they went out into the forest to look for him, and from the dark look on his face, Marco can already guess he found nothing.
Marco doesn’t greet him. There’s no need, they already know what happened to him. Instead, he turns to Gregor, one of his se
