Chapter 61

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