The air in the meeting room was thick, crowded with the high-ranking wolves of the Full Moon Pack. To the elders, the three Alphas appeared composed, even focused—but inside, their blood was racing. They were all thinking about the same thing.
Leo looked at the clock on the wall: 12:00 PM. It had been hours since he had seen her. Every minute spent talking about borders felt like a waste of time. Across the table, Leon was tapping his leg rapidly, his jaw tight with anger.
Before an elder could finish his sentence, Liam stood up suddenly. His heavy chair made a loud scratching sound on the floor. "This meeting is over," he declared.
Leon and Leo didn't wait. They were on their feet before the elders could even complain. They didn't care about the whispers behind them; they only cared about the pull in their chests leading them back to Scarlett.
But then, it happened.
