The Pack Net was flooded with missing Luna posters.
Images of her face spread like wildfire across every Pack territory.
And yet, not a single trace of her.
Evan was already circling the edge of madness.
He couldn’t reach his Luna.
The same woman who had saved him with half her life, who’d been left to stand alone on the Bonding night, who had been defamed while he’d turned away.
Regret was a blade, and it carved him raw.
He regretted not listening.
He regretted not seeing.
He regretted every moment he’d doubted her.
The truth gutted him.
She hadn’t lost weight to look beautiful for him — she’d been bled.
She hadn’t lived well in the Black Lands — she’d barely survived.
Evan realized: when she first came back to Moon Fang Pack, she must have wanted to explain. But she couldn’t
