Finn
The reports landed on my desk with a dull thud, another stack of dead ends in my endless search.
Five years of following every lead, every whisper, every trace of her scent – and still nothing.
I rubbed my temples, trying to ward off the familiar ache of failure, when quick footsteps approached my office.
A sharp knock, then one of my trackers burst in, his eyes bright with urgency. “Alpha, I have information about the Luna.”
My pen clattered to the desk as I shot to my feet, heart hammering against my ribs. “Where?”
“In the human realm,” he replied, and suddenly everything made sense – why our best trackers had failed, why her scent had vanished so completely.
“What! Are you sure?”
“Yes, sir. Got that information directly from John.”
“Where can I find him?”
“He’s waiting at
