Ares King.
“It’s been six years already, and there’s no sign of her anywhere. I’m worried, Ares. How is she surviving out there alone like this? Is she still even alive?” Those were Mom’s worried, parting words to me before I departed to Houston to speak to the Alpha of the Pack there and handle a few businesses there as well.
I could still remember my response to her upon hearing her say that. “She’s alive,” I held her hands and affirmed, my words solid. What I didn’t add though that was at the tip of my tongue is, ’she has to be.’.
But, I couldn’t let my mom know that I’m worried as well, for I’m supposed to be the calm one even in dire situations. And although this situation may not seem particularly dire to some, it is to us. Because it involves someone that was a part of our famil
