Elsa
“We had to lock him up,” Adam said quietly, and I frowned, my mind unable to process his words at first.
“Lock him up?” I repeated, confused. “Why?”
“His wolf is going mad,” Adam explained, his voice heavy with regret.
That was when it hit me. My worst fear was coming true. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I began to cry.
Wolves went mad when they were separated from their mates, especially if they didn’t know whether their mate was alive or dead.
If Alison had simply travelled, there might have been some hope, some reassurance of her safety. But this limbo—this cruel uncertainty—was tearing his wolf apart, driving him to madness.
“Get him a doctor,” I said urgently, but Adam shook his head.
“Why?” I demanded, frustration and sorrow colliding within me. “Why won’t you help h
