Alpha Abrahms was pacing back and forth in his office, on edge still. Three days had passed, but there was no luck in finding Melonie. The rogues that they had captured proved useless. They didn’t speak at first, not seeming to understand the questions being asked. The first thing yesterday morning, they had the sorcerer stop by and use a form of detection magic. It seemed the wolves had been under the influence of the Fangs. Once the influence was cleared away, they still provided no help, having no recollection of what happened.
They spent the rest of the previous day doing research on detection and tracking spells, but it was going to be dangerous as it would require leaving pack boundaries. It was noon currently, and the sorcerer was due to return any moment with a solution, or a list
