MEGAN
I sat on the plush couch in my room, watching Cindy and Jay argue about trivial matters. They seemed more restless than usual, though none of us dared to voice the shared tension that hung in the air. Ayla was still missing, and that fact weighed heavily on everyone in the Crest Moon Pack, including me.
“Miss Megan,” Cindy said, fidgeting with the edge of her apron, “what if she… you know… ran off for good? Maybe she got tired of this place.”
Jay scoffed, crossing his arms. “Ayla’s reckless, not stupid. She knows the consequences of running away from the pack.”
“She could have gotten lost or—”
I cut them off, shaking my head. “That’s enough. Speculation won’t help. Beta Lucas will handle it when the time comes. Until then, we wait.”
Before either could respond, there was a f
