Nash’s pov
I slammed my palms flat onto the oak desk, staring at the empty leather chair across from me.
My head was pounding. The dark, suffocating fog that had been clouding my mind for weeks felt jagged, like sharp glass grinding against the inside of my skull. Every instinct in my blood was thrashing against my ribs, wild and unstable, screaming at me that something had gone terribly, catastrophically wrong.
The heavy office door burst open with a loud crash.
Ray stood in the threshold, her face pale as a sheet, her hands trembling violently as she clutched a crumpled apron against her chest.
"Alpha!" Ray cried out, her voice cracking into a panicked sob. "She's gone! Luna Chloe is gone!"
A sharp, electric shock slammed straight into my chest, instantly burning through the linger
