It was a full moon night, and the moon was practically reaching the treetops. The forest was dense, as was the pack territory.

Two people stood behind a convenient thicket, breathing with regard and suppressing wrath, their muscles tensed in anticipation.

Alpha Bruce, with his muscular build, remained rigid as a coiled spring became increasingly agitated as he hurried across the compound, while Beta Elijah sat against a tree, eyes closed as if in deep meditation.

Three days had gone since Amelia's kidnapping, three days that could be described as torture for both men.

When Ema attacked them, they were overwhelmed and motionless, allowing the traitor to seize Amelia and...