For days, Deucalion searched for Malia.
Every road leaving Blackridge was checked.
Every nearby territory was questioned.
Scouts were sent across borders, and warriors followed every rumor that reached the pack.
Nothing.
No one knew where she had gone. No one had seen her.
After nearly a week, the search began to slow down.
Deucalion stood inside his study, staring at the map spread across his desk.
There were marks everywhere.
Roads.
Borders.
Villages.
Territories.
None of them had led him to Malia. He was really very desperate in looking for her.
A knock came at the door.
“Come in.” He said.
His father walked inside. “You need to stop.”
Deucalion did not look up. “I haven’t found her yet, dad.”
“And you won’t find her by destroying yourself.”
Deucalion finally raised
