Chapter 41

• Rex
• I mindlessly worked through the piles of documents for the pack’s supply that I’ve been putting off. I’ve been doing all sorts of tasks, one that kept my mind occupied, or at least, distracted, from the gnawing emptiness that had taken root in my chest. Two months. Two months since Ayla had disappeared into thin air, swallowed by the strange, rectangular glow emanating from that cursed device she always clutched.
• A phone, she called it. Now, it was just a painful reminder of what I had lost.