THIRD PERSON’S POV
Life in the pack seemed to flow as it always had. Warriors trained in the yards, children played in the courtyards, families gathered in the market square. To the rest of the wolves, nothing appeared amiss. But beneath the polished surface of routine, the Alpha’s family and Celine’s family lived in chaos.
It had been a month since Celine walked out of the borders, a month since she severed ties with blood and bond alike, and still there had been no sign of her. Scouts sent quietly to nearby packs returned with nothing. No scent, no whisper, no rumor. It was as if she had vanished into thin air.
Her family drowned in silence.
Her mother moved like a ghost through the house, her hands restless but her eyes hollow. She cried often—sometimes for Seraphina, sometimes for
