Asher's POV
The instant my truck crosses the Shadowcrest border, Storm explodes against my mental barriers like a caged animal. My wolf has been crawling under my skin since Helena vanished from Wildmane territory. What started as restlessness morphed into pure savagery when she failed to come home. The pack house room I once kept immaculate now looks like a hurricane tore through it, and Alpha Javion could only watch with weary resignation.
"She went to Yannis," he had told me with a heavy sigh. "She's at Shadowcrest Pack."
Storm's fury nearly made me lunge at our own Alpha. I barely maintained enough control to keep from attacking, but his relentless scratching at my consciousness drove me from pack lands to track her down.
Now he thrashes like a hurricane in my ribcage, his demand crystal clear. Find her.
