ELIANA.
Till the earliest hours of the morning, we were still out there, ravaging through the depths and corners of the forest that was bound between both Tombsdale and Oakland.
A score of Blood Hound guards led the search and on the other side, Beta Cory and his men took charge. For the past few hours, we’d been at it but unfortunately still, there was no trace of Denver yet.
I’d tried everything including a locator spell and our mate bond but nothing worked.
However, as I wavered through the wild trees with my hands, I refused to give up hope. As long as we hadn’t found his body, I was confident he was still out there. No one knew Denver more than me, which is why I refrained everyone else from losing hope.
He was a fighter. Escaping that ghastly accident was proof enough of that. Now, I assumed the next thing he sought was help. Which meant he wasn’t far after all. That glimmer of hope was what propelled me, through the first hour, the second, the third.
And now, the fourth.
My
