MAXIMUS:
The night was fast approaching, my wolf restless, clawing at my insides like a caged beast. He paced and growled, unsettled with the sudden turn of events, demanding action. I sat alone in my study, the air heavy, the fire barely flickering in my hearth. Zara's voice still lingered in my head, sharp and daunting. Her eyes blazed when she demanded answers from me earlier. The memory struck like a gray hair, not because she had spoken carelessly but because she was right.
And now Xena is gone.
I gripped the edge of my desk, almost damaging its frame. Missing from my pack house? No trace, no message, no explanation — this can't be happening. A personal assistant to Jordan doesn’t simply vanish inside these walls. Not without something fishy going on. Not without someone covering t
