But something inside her refused to accept that explanation either. A part of her strongly believed they'd gone into the wasteland.
She broke away from his arms then, stepping forward to lean on the cold balcony rail. Her knuckles turned white.
"I need to send a rescue team," she said firmly, her voice regaining strength. "The best we have. The fastest. Those who know how to track. If there's even the slightest chance they went through the wasteland—"
Ryder stepped forward. Hands on her shoulders, he turned her around to face him. "Look at me," he urged her and she did. Her eyes were glassy. His Luna was about to cry.
For the first time in this lifetime, her tears were for her pack members, and not for the Moon goddess.
He liked that very much.
Leaning in, he gently kissed her eyes. Both. Then, he pulled back slightly.
