QUENNOR’S POV
She ran crying, her shoulders trembling with each step and I stood there like a fool, unable to move at first. My heart clenched at the sight. I turned toward my sister and Beta, desperate for an answer, a reason, something.
“She just bolted,” my Beta said with a shrug.
“I didn’t say anything wrong,” my sister added, frowning.
But it didn’t matter. She was hurting, and I needed to find her.
Her scent, wild cranberries and something warm I couldn’t name was the only thing grounding me as I followed it through the pack house, down a hallway I barely recognized. Dust coated the air, and the lights above flickered like they were as forgotten as this path.
My chest tightened when I saw a small wooden door at the end. I hesitated for a second before pushing it open.
There sh
