Red.
That was all Michael saw when he returned from the battlefield.
The war in North Carolina was over. The southern forces had emerged victorious as the northern raiders had been pushed back into the mountains, broken and scattered.
The packs celebrated, there were cheers, howls, and embraces.
But Michael felt nothing.
He had ridden back to Blue Moon territory with Celine at his side, his heart light with the thought of seeing his family again.
His grandmother, his parents, and sisters, but most of all, Fae.
He had written to her, told her he was coming home,promised to hug her, to ruffle her hair, to tell her how much he missed her.
He had expected to find her waiting for him.
Instead, he was welcomed with news of her disappearance.
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The great hall of the Pack House was p
