Cassius's POV
It's been a week since my heart was taken from me. The longest, darkest week of my life. The first couple of days we searched for them. The trails all ran cold in a million directions. The longer it went with no sign the more despair I felt. The worst part was I could no longer feel our bond. Enoch whined constantly in my head because he could not contact or feel his mate or our pups.
I tried to get through each day. I would run for hours in the woods near where she was taken trying to find some sign of hope. Something I could use to find her. But it was like hope was constantly running from me. I became too distraught to do my job and when I wasn't searching I was sitting in my room staring at the empty spot on our bed. I couldn't bring myself to sleep in the
