Atlanta, Georgia
Hank sat there, torn between bolting and staying loyal, but he knew better than to screw Hunter over.
Hunter was spiraling hard; nothing could calm him down. Eventually, he decided to head to New Orleans, thinking maybe seeing the pack would snap him out of it.
Hank knew it was withdrawals from Chloe. He’d tried to track her down but came up empty. He even went at the elder, pissed that he wouldn’t give up her location.
“I just need to see her,” Hunter yelled.
“You lost that right,” the elder shot back. “It’s over. Move on.”
And then he was gone. Hank had no clue where to even start looking. After a week of dead ends, he gave up and headed back to Atlanta.
Canada, Toronto
Arran and Chloe had been on the move constantly, Salem was growing faster than any human child
