The dawn had started to show its colorful, cheerful presence, yet nothing in Lena felt neither cheerful nor in the mood to appreciate the soothing and warm orange that made its way into the room where she was sitting as Kendrick spoke.
“We’ve searched everywhere possible, Luna, he can’t be near. We’ve even put our best scouts out, and no one has tracked even the faintest smell. You even said that you couldn’t find a trace of him, and you’re his mate. Are you sure you heard him?”
Lena was just looking towards the window with a dull expression as she nodded.
“Yes. Without a doubt.”
Kendrick still looked sceptic, but he seemed to accept the answer as he crossed his arms. Lena then looked at the others in the room. Patrick and Neil looked as sceptic if not more sceptical than Ken
