Ian was an absolute mess. As he should be. It was the second night he'd suffered through without his mate, and he hadn't gotten a single piece of useful information, even after they tore the nearby tribe apart, putting it back together, and tearing it apart again for the information. The Alpha had run around the entire border lines, desperate to pick up even an old hint of his Omega's scent, but it had been fruitless. Her scent was ingrained everywhere by the packhouse, disappearing just after the main road.
That's what Alexander said too. Railyn last talked to him by the main road, and then he heard a sound. Ian was able to find her phone crushed into pieces and almost buried in the street. That's enough, conclusion.
The kidnappers had done this maddeningly well, and he had almost no w
