The note trembled in Xander’s hand like a death sentence.
I need time. I’m fine. Please don’t look for me.
He read it again and again, as if the words would change if he stared hard enough. Around him, the once-beautiful wedding venue had descended into stunned silence. Guests stood awkwardly, whispering. Pack warriors waited for orders. Alissa was sobbing quietly in Allen’s arms, one hand protectively over her belly.
Xander’s world narrowed to a razor-sharp point of pain.
“Find her,” he snarled, voice low and dangerous, carrying the full weight of his Alpha command. “Every warrior, every contact, every resource we have — I want this entire city searched. Airports, train stations, bus terminals, her parents’ house, every hotel. Now!”
The pack sprang into action without hesitation. War
