63: Shred of wolvity

Rune’s POV

It had been a week. Seven days since Alora vanished without a trace. Seven days of endless searching, of following dead leads, of placing bounties that seemed to fall on deaf ears. Seven days of feeling like I was slowly losing my mind.

During the day, I put on a front. I played the part of the strong, composed Alpha that everyone expected me to be. I commanded the pack with the same authority as always, issued orders, handled disputes, and oversaw the daily operations.

No one could see the cracks in the facade, the fissures that were slowly but surely spreading beneath the surface. They didn’t know that each time I gave an order, my mind was screaming for something else… someone else.

But at night, when the house was quiet and the pack was asleep, I crumbled.

It started with the silence, the suffocating quiet that settled over my room like a thick fog. The absence of her presence, the emptiness of the space where she used to be, gnawed at me relentlessly.

I would sit on