Outside the garden, the Alpha walked to and fro. His cheek rested on one of his folded hands which served as an anchor. It was in the evening, the period of the day that may be classified as twilight. His unsual movement with no clear direction entails the fact that he was restless. Something perhaps, was bothering his mind. He hand been in this suspicious position for about an hour now. The gentle breeze that seeks to suit the evening could not deter him from devoting all his thoughts to whatever that was on his mind at that moment.

What else could be on his mind if not the disappearance...