Alvira’s P.O.V.
Three days. It had been three days already since Mariah, Phillip, and I had come down here. And we were no closer to finding Marcus than they had been on day one. Luna Bea was starting to lose her composure. I could see the cracks in her facade starting to take effect. On the morning of day two, she’d stood staring at the lit stove like she couldn’t even see it, and it was starting to trouble us all.
Beta Patrick called in the Luna’s younger sister to spend time with her and keep her centered while we all worked. But because of that, there was significantly less space to work. The three of us from up North set up our own camp at one of the other empty cabins. It was close enough to Alpha Nelson’s while still giving us a chance to spread out and bring in others from the a
