Matteo:
My head’s a damn war zone.
I’ve been pacing this room so much I’m surprised the floor hasn’t given way. Every thought is a mess, colliding into the next, and none of them gives me a shred of peace.
It’s been hours; long, brutal hours since Anika went missing, and I swear I’m not myself anymore. My warriors and I tore through every inch of our pack lands, even crossed into a few neighboring territories, hoping we’d catch the bastard who took her.
Nothing. We came up empty. Not a trace.
I couldn’t even pick up her scent, and the mind link… shut tight like a locked door.
Something in me says it’s Hunter. I can feel it in my bones. But how the hell could he have taken her when Liam swore he wasn’t part of the alphas who staged that attack?
I know it’s probably stupid, but the o
