Chapter 23 Sheriff Dalton

• Sheriff John Dalton had his hands full with a worried and frantic woman named Jean Winters. He had been dealing with her since she had nearly kicked down his door this morning at dawn. He understood that the woman was frantic to find her daughter before the freeze set in but there was only so much the man could do.
• His wife had been a saint at helping soothe a bit of the mother's worry, but even that had not lasted long. He had to ensure the locals did not stumble upon the pack's territory whilst still looking for the girl wherever they could. Of course, he had brought up asking them for help locating the girl, but Jean had outright refused. The pack didn't know about Jeffery's passing or the fact that they had returned to Black pines.
• Unknown to the rest of the Winters family the sheriff had known the worried brunette most of his life, having been born and raised here, in the quaint little town of Black Pines. Of course, she hadn't changed since he had first met her as a child and at one point, he had fallen in love with her and her unchanging beauty. But then his best friend Jeffery had snuck out into town and had caught the girl's eye and the rest was history.