THIRD POV.
The alpha office was quiet except for the soft, faint sound of breathing. Outside, the night stretched over Hollow Mountain like a heavy shadow.
But inside, Alpha Lucian was far from calm.
It had been two days since Meadow disappeared.
Or rather—
Since Alpha Killian of Crescent Dawn took her out of Hollow Mountain territory.
Lucian’s jaw tightened at the thought.
He leaned back slowly in his chair, fingers tapping once against the wooden desk as his mind replayed everything again and again.
Nothing about it made sense.
Not the way it happened.
Not the reason given.
And especially not Dorothy’s explanation.
A mark.
On Alpha Killian.
Lucian exhaled sharply through his nose.
No.
He did not believe that story for even a second.
Dorothy clearly thought she could fool
