_Killian's POV_
It was finally the night of the Selene festival. My heart beat with anticipation and a tinge of dread as I checked everything we were bringing. We had chosen gifts carefully: a finely crafted dagger, a rare wine from the vineyards near our pack, and an ornate leather-bound book about pack histories. Hayden and Pete helped me load everything into the car, and as we climbed in, the tension was almost tangible.
“So, we’re really doing this?” Hayden muttered, tapping his fingers nervously on the steering wheel as he drove.
“Yes,” I replied firmly. “Once we get in, we will split up and start searching for her. Don’t forget to keep your phones with you for communication.”
Pete let out a long sigh in the back seat. “I’m not thrilled about separating in an unfamiliar pack, Kill
