Braiden
She is gone.
I am verging into the realm of the insane, but she is fucking gone. Taken.
Right under my nose. I failed. I was supposed to protect her, but I have once again let her down. Just like all those
years ago in this same fucking building. My beauty, let down by her beastie.
We have searched this whole wretched place and nothing.
The last thing I heard was the click of the door at the end of the room we were in, a muffled scream, and then
silence. The door was reinforced. By the time we got through, half an hour had passed. Ava’s scent had already
diminished. We searched the room, finally finding a hidden panel leading to some stairs and underground tunnels.
Missed on the swe eps we had undertaken of the building on all the previous occasions.
“My King...” Samuel approaches me, my rigid form on the precipice of turning into the beast from which the black
wolf originated. Magna Mortalitas. Black Death. A black wolf with no feeling and no conscience.
It was fabled that a black wolf was once in the same position, his love taken from him. The event pushed him over
the edge, destroying any semblance of humanity in him. Leaving him a shell of vengeance and wrath. Would this
be a r epeat of that history?
“We have followed the tunnels. They continue for two miles before they exit the woods on the Eastern side, but
Ava’s scent is gone. There are tire
tracks in the dirt. Once they hit the gravel road, we have no idea which direction they went. Alpha Nial has closed
off all the main roads, and neighboring packs have been advised of the situation. We will find her, My King.”
Would we?
Either Ava was still in the area, or, and I feared this might be the case, the half-completed bond had caused the pain
we feel when we are too far apart to disappear. Searching my bond with her brings back nothing. No feelings
exc ept silence and darkness. Both of which are slowly consuming me.
I cannot contain it any longer. My wolf bursts forth, the howl leaving me, echoing around the building and making
every wolf in the vicinity bow and cower. I run, following what is left of her scent until I am at the edge of the road.
Royal guards flank me but ke ep their distance, Samuel the only one to venture within a few feet.
I tear through the forest, searching for My Queen. My Ava. My love.
It consumes me. The longing. The anger. The pain. The thoughts of where she is, of what could be happening to
her. My black wolf remains. For hours. For days. Until finally, I am shot with three tranquilizers.
Hands hold me down. Samuel. Nick. Alpha Nial. Dr. Adams. Alpha Darius. Mother. Father. Even Selene.
None the beautiful green eyes of the woman I love.
I slip away into the darkness. Everything I am, gone.
Without her, I am nothing.