Asher ran his hands through his hair, pacing back and forth, trying to get a handle on the seething anger and the rising panic. His wolf, Bolt, was a storm in his mind, howling with rage and a desperate need to find their mate. The feeling of helplessness gnawed at him. Bella was out there, somewhere, in danger, and he wasn’t there to protect her.
"What now?" Asher growled, his voice filled with barely controlled fury. "What are we doing to find her?"
King Markus answered swiftly, his voice filled with the cold, calculated authority that came with being a seasoned leader. "We’ve already deployed the trackers and the royal guard. We are expanding the search beyond the borders of the Stormheart pack, as whoever took her might have planned an escape route long before tonight."
"We’re going
