His Fated Luna

Captured

The sound of barking dogs filled the air and Zayn's hair was whipped back by a cold wind that left his teeth clattering. The sense of impending doom rested upon him thickly like a wet blanket, and while he was not usually one to ignore his instincts, he had no choice but to do so. It had to stop. In the past month, three had gone missing from his pack, leaving them on the edge and with much angst. He had every reason to believe the witches of Earlham had been behind it. Why else would they have undermined his orders and crossed into his territory when he had so clearly stated that any witch found within his borders would be beheaded? It could not be a coincidence that a witch of Earlham had been found in his territory at the same time that the girls had gone missing. They had taken the girls, and he only hoped he got them back before they were harmed. It was all the witches did anyway. Steal and destroy. And he would repay them back in kind. They were only a few miles