The atmosphere in Stormheart Pack had been suffocating since the day Bella disappeared. Once a place filled with laughter and warmth, it now seemed cold, bleak, and tense. It had been months, but the weight of her absence clung to every corner, every person. Alpha Azriel never stopped searching, coordinating efforts with King Markus, scouring every lead, no matter how small or insignificant. But with each passing day, hope dimmed, and the mood in the pack grew darker.
The Delta family, Tim and Dana, were inconsolable. Bella was everything to them. Tim's broad, usually stoic frame now slumped in grief, and Dana had spent countless nights crying herself to sleep, clutching the small, stuffed bear Bella had as a child. There wasn’t a day that went by when Dana didn’t reach for her phone, hop
