Perfect.
Without hesitation, I leaped, catching the nearest branch easily. I climbed higher, my muscles coiling and flexing with each movement, until I found a spot near the top hidden by the thick canopy, yet offering a perfect vantage point overlooking the clearing.
The wind whispered through the leaves, cool and steady, carrying the clean scent of damp earth and pine. I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes for a moment.
The moon hung heavy and luminous above, casting everything in a soft silver glow.
It was beautiful from up here, almost heartbreakingly so.
Is she looking at the same moon? I wondered, a rare wistfulness threading through my chest. Or is she somewhere else entirely, in a different timezone, completely unaware that her mate is tearing apart kingdoms searching for her?
SARGIS’ POV
I opened my eyes again, this time summoning the heightened senses of my beast.
The world sharpened into brutal clarity. Every leaf, every whisper of movement, every breath of the forest animals became a symphony I could hear and see.
Even the heartbeat of a squirrel, perched meters away, thudded in my ears like a drum.
Below, the she-wolves began to gather.
They filed into the clearing one by one, nervous energy clinging to them like a second skin. Some fidgeted with their clothes, some whispered among themselves, others stood stiffly, eyes darting around with uncertainty.
I watched them all meticulously. My eyes scanned every face, curve, and nervous tic.
I listened for a whisper of connection, a flare of recognition, anything, anything that would tell me that she was here.
But there was nothing.
Their scents filled the air, some flowery, some musky, and some sharp and biting, but none of them called to me. None of them reached into the hollow place inside my chest and made it sing.
I exhaled slowly, pressing my lips into a thin line.
Another dead end.
I tapped out a quick message to Lupercus, telling him to meet me at the car. There was no need to drag this out any longer. My business here was finished.
I slipped my phone back into my pocket and dropped lightly from the branch, moving from tree to tree in quick, fluid movements. I wasn’t in a hurry to return just yet.
I needed… space to wrestle down the growing despair gnawing at my insides.
I let my body move on instinct, leaping and landing, letting the familiar strain of physical exertion steady me. I didn’t know where I was going, I didn’t care until the soft, melodic sound of rushing water reached my ears.
I followed it, grateful for the distraction.
Minutes later, I broke through the trees and found myself standing at the banks of a river.
It wasn’t wide, but it flowed steadily, the moonlight danced across its surface like a trail of silver fire.
I walked to the edge, crouching, letting my fingers trail through the icy water.
The cold bit into my skin, forcing the ache inside to dull just a little.
I removed the mask from my face, and rested it beside me on the grass.
I closed my eyes and tilted my head to the stars.
“Where are you?” I whispered into the darkness.
The forest answered only with silence.
I pushed my shades down slightly, just enough to see from above the rim, and allowed myself a rare indulgence, to simply look.
The night sky stretched wide and endless above me, breathtaking in its raw, unfiltered beauty. The stars scattered like tiny diamonds against a velvet canvas. It was… calming.
I couldn’t even remember the last time I had paused long enough to notice something so petty. Being Supreme Alpha meant every second of my existence was swallowed by duty, expectations, and the relentless grind of leadership. There was no time for gazing at stars.
I closed my eyes, breathing deeply, and immediately regretted it.
A horrendous stench hit my nostrils, so putrid and rank it made my stomach lurch.
I scrunched my nose up in disgust. God, this pack was the filthiest of them all. I’d have to sanction Joe, I thought grimly, making a mental note to address it once this futile search was over.
But then, my nose twitched again.
And this time, something different threaded itself beneath the rot. A wisp of a scent so pure, so divine, it cut through the filth like a blade through cloth, honeysuckle and sun-warmed cedar, sweet and earthy, rich and dizzyingly heady. It punched into my lungs with such force that my knees almost buckled.
My heartbeat stuttered. Then roared to life, pounding a violent rhythm against my ribs.
My palms grew clammy. My body tensed, and every muscle coiled tight with sudden, electric anticipation.
A low growl rumbled in my chest, unbidden, as my beast surged forward with a single, searing thought.
Mate.
Before I even realized what I was doing, I was moving.
First a step. Then another. Then my body snapped into motion, sprinting toward the source of the scent with reckless, single-minded abandon.
The forest blurred around me. Branches clawed at my arms and legs, but I didn’t feel them.
The ground blurred beneath my feet as I tore through the woods, following that wisp of honeysuckle and cedar like a man possessed.
The scent grew stronger, richer and, more tantalizing with every frantic stride.
It wrapped around my senses like a silken noose, pulling me deeper into the heart of the woods. And with every breath, every heartbeat, the gaping hollow inside of me, the one I had carried for years, the one I thought I could ignore, screamed louder for her.
I pushed myself faster, until the trees opened up, and I skidded to a halt at the edge of another clearing. I widened my eyes in horror, my entire body locked up as I stared at the figure before me.
It looked like some grotesque, mangled creature. A walking skeleton, but with skin barely clinging to brittle bones, wobbling unsteadily under the cold kiss of the night.
Panic clawed at my chest as I tore my gaze away to scan the area. This place… it was farther out than the Snow wolf’s main abode, but it was still within the Pack’s boundaries.
My head whipped back toward the figure just as their eyes lifted and met mine.
It was steel-gray. The world tilted violently and the fireworks in my mind detonated at once.
Mate.
My body moved without my permission, closing the distance in long, desperate strides, driven by a storm of emotions I couldn’t even begin to untangle, confusion, rage, sorrow, agitation, and overwhelming, bone-deep relief.
Who is she?
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