Adira's mother’s hand flew to her mouth, her expression tightening with worry. Jake stepped forward, his easy demeanor replaced by concern as he glanced between Adira and her parents.
“Where is she?” her father asked again, his tone firm. “Did she say where she was?”
Adira shook her head, struggling to steady her breathing. “No… she just said ‘help,’ and then the line went dead.”
Her father’s jaw clenched, his mind already racing. “We need to find her,” he said, turning to Jake. “Alert the patrols. We’ll go out and search for her.”
Jake nodded immediately, stepping away to carry out the Alpha’s orders.
Adira stood frozen for a moment, her hand clutching the phone like a lifeline. The fear in Kendra’s voice echoed in her ears, cutting through the lingering tension from earlier. Kendra was never the one to ask for help. She charged into the fray, facing danger head-on without hesitation. For her to call Adira now, to sound so… broken—it was unlike her.
She shook herself
