REED
I sat in my room with my laptop open, staring at the screen with growing frustration.
Asher Graham.
The search results mocked me with their emptiness.
No Pack registration, no family records, no social media presence beyond a fake Instagram account created three months ago with exactly twelve generic posts.
Everything, all search ended with nothing. J had thought Callum did a bad job at finding out about Asher but searching it out myself and finding nothing was devastating.
For someone who'd supposedly come from the Silverwood Pack, there was a suspicious lack of any digital footprint connecting him to that territory.
I'd been searching for two days straight. Between classes, during meals I didn't taste, through the night when I should have been sleeping. I couldn't stop, I kept digging.
My fingers flew across the keyboard, trying different search combinations.
"Asher Graham Silverwood Pack"—nothing.
"Graham family Silverwood territory"—nothing.
