Differentiating between minutes and hours, hours and days, was difficult, to say the least. My waking hours were a blur of tears, a horrible cocktail of blind rage and unbearably heavy grief, and putting on a mask of normalcy for the public—what would our people think if neither their Alpha nor their Luna made a single appearance, for days on end? No announcement of departing for business, no explanation at all, just…gone.
With Grady, Silas, Tessa, Copeland, Cujo, and eventually, Nina, Ellie, and my Wolf, all in my corner, I managed to do what I needed to do to keep things running smoothly within the pack. I had even held a pack meeting all on my own, mostly for the purpose of feeding the people the story that Silas and I had pieced together, regarding Reid’s whereabouts. Things were, by
