I have proof that he is alive. It wasn’t enough smelling his scent off the piece of clothing I saw on the floor, but at least, it gave me a clue about his existence. And the feeling, the bond that I should say pulls me toward him, was still there. Faint, but still functioning.
Even with no idea of his whereabouts until I left the premises of the Dark Moon territory, I already have something figured out. And it is to start to look for a means of saving him myself no matter the cost that it takes. I’m going to make whoever caused this disaster pay in double folds.
‘Cassie! Get my weapons ready. I’m almost at the quarters,’ I apparently yell into the link with my sister as I drive to the main quarters of our pack.
‘What do you need them for?’ she throws back a question at me.
‘Just get them ready,’ and I block off the link because I do not need a distraction from her. I know what she can do. She mostly likes to bug, especially in a situation where I do not need it.