A week had passed since Lune had gone missing, and each day felt heavier than the last for Arlo. The initial shock had given way to a suffocating dread that clung to him like a second skin. Every corner of the pack territory had been scoured, every lead followed, but there was still no sign of her. His heart felt like a lead weight in his chest, and with each passing hour, the fear of never seeing her again gnawed at him relentlessly.The search parties had expanded beyond the pack’s borders, reaching out to neighboring territories, but the response had been disheartening. He had even contacted Valeria, the only connection he could think of that might shed light on Lune's whereabouts. Arlo had arranged to meet her in a secluded part of the woods, where their history had once been woven into a complex tapestry of affection and heartache. But now, the only threads connecting them were the ones of desperation and anger.When Valeria arrived, her demeanor was cool, almost detached. The la
The news of Lune's disappearance spread like wildfire, capturing the attention of every major publication, social media platform, and gossip blog. Headlines screamed in bold letters, filled with sensationalism and intrigue:"Alpha's Mate Missing: Where is Lune?""Beautiful Luna Disappears: Fans Demand Answers!""Mystery Surrounds Lune: Has the Alpha's Happiness Been Stolen?""Lune: The Girl Who Vanished – Fears of a Kidnapping!""Alpha Arlo Desperate to Find His Missing Mate!"Photographs of Lune, radiant and smiling, accompanied each article. The images showcased her beauty, but they also highlighted the stark reality of her absence. Readers scrolled through pictures of her attending classes, laughing with friends, and moments shared with Arlo—each snapshot a reminder of the life she once led. The juxtaposition of her vibrant spirit against the backdrop of her mysterious disappearance fueled public fascination and concern.Social media exploded with hashtags like #FindLune, #BringBac
Lune’s eyelids fluttered, heavy as if weighed down by the fog of a distant nightmare. Blinking slowly, she took in the bright, sterile light overhead, the muted beeps, the soft shuffling of footsteps just beyond the door. As her gaze cleared, she felt a warmth surrounding her hand, strong and familiar. She looked down and saw Arlo’s hand wrapped firmly around hers, as if he hadn’t let go since she arrived.A soft sigh escaped her lips, her voice barely a whisper. “I... made it.”Arlo's head shot up, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of relief and amazement. The exhaustion etched in his face melted into a look of pure joy. “Lune… You’re awake. Are you... are you okay? How do you feel?” His voice was gentle but threaded with worry, his fingers brushing over hers with a reverence that made her heart ache.She tried to smile, though every movement seemed to tug at an ache somewhere on her body. “I think so… Just a bit sore.” She let out a shaky laugh, her fingers tightening around his
As Arlo sat by Lune’s bedside, weary from the long hours of watching over her, he noticed a young woman standing nervously near the doorway. She had a kind, familiar face, yet he couldn't recall ever meeting her before. She shifted her weight anxiously, glancing between Lune and him with evident concern in her eyes.Arlo’s brows furrowed as he rose, keeping one hand on Lune’s, as if ensuring she would still be there when he looked back. Turning to the young woman, he approached her with a mixture of curiosity and caution. “I don’t believe we’ve met,” he said in a calm, firm tone that held both authority and protectiveness. “And I’ve never heard Lune mention you before.”The woman blinked, as if snapping out of her own thoughts, and quickly introduced herself. “My name is Maya. I’m… well, I’m Lune’s friend from college. We’ve been studying together these past few months,” she explained, her voice respectful but a bit unsteady under his intense gaze. “I came as soon as I heard… I was so
Maya sat, bound to the chair in the pack’s interrogation room, her wrists and ankles restrained with thick ropes. She was disheveled, hair falling messily over her face, her eyes wild with defiance. Despite her situation, she held her head high, an arrogant smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as if daring anyone to intimidate her.Arlo stepped into the room, his presence filling the space with an intensity that sent a chill through everyone there. He moved slowly, his eyes never leaving Maya’s, his jaw set with barely-contained fury. Marcus stood nearby, his gaze hard and unwavering, ready to intervene if Maya tried anything. But Arlo didn’t need help—he was more than capable of handling this himself.Taking a deep breath, he stopped just in front of her. “Maya,” he said coldly, his voice echoing in the silent room. “I want to know why. Why did you do this to Lune? What did she ever do to you?”Maya chuckled, though it sounded hollow. “What did she do to me? Please, Alpha, she did
After days of relentless searching, the pack finally gathered solid information about the whereabouts of the remaining culprits. Arlo’s network of trackers and scouts had traced each of the wolves involved in the heinous attack on Lune, their trails uncovered through long nights and ceaseless determination. They had tried to disappear, but there was nowhere to hide from an Alpha whose Luna had been harmed.The first of the traitors was captured in a remote part of the territory, hiding out in an abandoned cabin. He hadn’t expected the wrath that would descend upon him; Arlo and Marcus arrived with a group of elite warriors, storming the place without hesitation. The look of terror in the captive’s eyes as he realized he was cornered was satisfying, but it wasn’t enough for Arlo. His voice was icy as he approached the terrified man, his face showing no mercy.“You thought you could hurt my Luna and walk away,” Arlo snarled, his voice cold and merciless. “You’ll pay for every moment of
As Lune rested in the hospital, her parents sat beside her bed, their faces pale with worry. Her mother, eyes red and swollen from hours of crying, held Lune’s hand tightly, refusing to let go. Her father’s gaze was fixed on her, his expression a mixture of sorrow and anger. They couldn’t understand how anyone could harm their daughter like this. The thought of someone betraying her, hurting her in such a brutal way, was unfathomable to them.Valerie, Lune’s best friend, stood quietly nearby, struggling to hold back tears. She had thought she knew all of Lune’s friends, the people Lune trusted. The idea that one of them had betrayed her was painful, almost surreal. She kept replaying moments in her mind, trying to remember if there had ever been any hint of jealousy or resentment from anyone around Lune. The confusion and helplessness weighed heavily on her heart.Seeing their pain, Arlo finally spoke. He took a deep breath, wanting to ease their minds without revealing the supernatur
A few days after regaining her strength, Lune’s memories started settling in, weaving together pieces of the trauma she’d endured. With them came the sorrowful realization of what she and Arlo had lost. As she lay in her hospital bed, Lune’s heart grew heavy, and her eyes filled with tears she had tried to hold back. She glanced at Arlo, who was sitting by her bedside, his hand still intertwined with hers, a protective presence she had come to rely on.“Arlo,” she began softly, her voice breaking slightly. He looked up, his gaze tender, but as he saw the pain in her eyes, his expression grew more concerned. Lune took a shaky breath, her fingers trembling slightly as she squeezed his hand.“I’m so sorry…about our baby,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I should’ve…I should’ve protected them better. I should’ve…been stronger.” Her words faltered, and she lowered her gaze, unable to face the grief that filled his eyes.Arlo immediately shook his head, leaning closer to her a