Alpha Draven barged into Elder Lysara’s lair and tossed the necklace at her feet, “I need you to find someone, now!”
The first time, he had gotten as far as the library before he remembered that he had nothing that belonged to Denice with him.
That was why he went back for the necklace and now he was back. No one, no one, made his mate cry and got away with it. He would separate their spine from the rest of their body.
The White Seer looked at him, “Welcome, –”
Alph Draven cut her off, “Spare me the platitude Lysara, and do what I told you.”
She sighed, looked at the necklace, and then back at him. “Impatience has led many to a quick grave… You would be wise to persevere.”
“Find her, now!” he said, pointing at the necklace.
“If the owner of this trinket is not a wolf or in this pack
