I turned and left them. They were silent and afraid.
But as I walked, something changed inside me. It was more than just anger. A deep, sad pain. I couldn't breathe or think clearly.
She was gone.
My body felt empty without her, like a part of me was torn away. I tried to push these feelings down, to tell myself they were not real. I tried to think only of finding her, of making her explain why she did this to me, to us. My anger became a wall to keep out the pain.
I sent my best trackers to find her. Their senses were sharp, their goal clear. They looked for every small sign, every broken stick. I even went to the garage, where she was last seen. But her smell was gone, as if she had just vanished.
I tried so hard to find her that I started to forget my duties to the Pack.
Alice tho
