Gideon's POV
When I arrive, I’m met at the border by a woman I’ve seen only once before—Ivan’s housekeeper. Neatly dressed, eyes sharp, she bows, just enough to show respect, but no more.
"Alpha Gideon," she says flatly. "What brings you to Night Mountain?"
"I have reason to believe that one of mine crossed into your territory."
The woman looks at me expectantly.
I sigh, annoyed. "Red hair, brown eyes."
"Oh." Her expression doesn’t shift. "She was being pursued by rogues. She passed through here but only briefly."
My breath catches. "You left her to die?"
"She was in poor condition," the housekeeper says coldly. "Her wolf was barely present."
My mind reels. Claire? The strongest she-wolf in our packs history reduced to nothing?
"How? Why would her wolf disappear?"
The woman sh
