Liam stood over the blood-stained bag, his chest heaving as he stared at the warriors. His eyes were bloodshot, glowing with a dangerous, unstable anger.
"Keep searching!" Liam roared, his voice echoing off the stone walls. "I don't believe this! This isn't her! She can't be dead!"
He turned his fury on the Head Warrior, grabbing him by the front of his shirt. "Go back out there! Comb every inch of that ravine! If you don't find her—the real her—I'll have your heads!"
The warriors scrambled back, terrified of the Alpha's rage. But deep down, Liam knew he was lying to himself. He could ignore the Seer's words. He could pretend the bag of scattered flesh brought in by the patrol was a trick. But the bond… the bond couldn't lie. The golden thread that had hummed in his soul was gone. There was only a cold, dark silence where Scarlett used to be. The silence was the loudest proof of all: his mate was no more.
