24.

SAGE.

My hands balled into a fist as I paced back and forth, feeling conflicted and unsure of how to find her.

Lyra has been gone for three days now, and there are no signs of her. Her smell or her presence had not been sensed, and I was running out of patience thinking of the worst-case scenario.

I should have never allowed her to go that night, even though she deserves so much space to settle herself up and digest the information that even I was surprised.

I never really went on about how Mom had arranged because it didn't matter to me; none of it did, not even Lyra.

But at least not anymore now. I care about her as much as I shouldn't. Knowing Lyra to be a fragile little wolf that could be easily harmed, part of me was afraid that something may have happened to her.

I've had all the wolves haunt her down and bring her back to me, but every day the response still stands.

'we couldn't find her'

I hiss, rubbing at the brick of my nose. I was getting impatient. Mom had asked f