Chapter 2

Timothy was rushed back to the pack's treatment facility overnight. The report of his injuries left all the therapists gasping in shock.

"His chest has suffered extensive collapse. Three ribs are shattered, and his internal organs are severely damaged... Such injuries usually only occur when a werewolf is hit head-on by a truck going at full speed!"

The elderly healer was filled with horror. "But Timothy is the Alpha heir. Who could have injured him like this at the auction? "

Timothy stared at the ceiling silently. The pain was like fire coursing through his marrow, making it difficult for him even to breathe.

"Timothy, are you feeling better?" Rochell pushed the door open and entered. Her eyes were red as she held a bowl of dark liquid.

She sat down by the bed and handed him a spoon. "Are you under some kind of dark magic? I personally brewed a potion to undo the curse. Would you like to have a sip?"

Timothy abruptly turned his head away, his gaze dark and terrifying. "Where's Leah? Have you found her?"

Rochell froze as she lowered her gaze aggrievedly. "Why are you still asking about her at a time like this? She insisted on going to the border without taking any wolf guards with her to clear her head. She always does whatever she wants..."

"I asked you... where… is she?!" Timothy shouted, but the pain from the shattered ribs in his chest made him gasp in shock.

"I don't know!" Rochell dropped the bowl heavily, tears streaming down her face. "The Beta has led the patrol team to search the entire territory thoroughly, but her scent has completely vanished. Timothy, wake up! She's not worth you worrying about her like this!"

Just then, the door to the treatment room was kicked open. A tall, muscular werewolf strode in and grabbed Timothy by the collar.

It was my brother, Chad Senna. "Timothy! Where's my sister?"

Chad's eyes were bloodshot with barely suppressed rage. He held up a blood-stained moonstone necklace. "I found this in an abandoned warehouse outside our territory. It's covered in her blood. That place reeks of Rogues! I refuse to believe she didn't try to contact you through the mind-link."

His voice suddenly lowered, carrying a deadly chill. "So, tell me, Timothy. Where is she?"

Timothy stared at the necklace, his mind going blank.

Abandoned warehouse, Rogues, bloodstains, and the mind-link he had so coldly disconnected.

Another memory surged back.

Years ago, I had also disappeared in the dead of winter. He was on the training field when my panicked voice suddenly came through our mind-link. The instant he sensed my fear, he transformed into a wolf without hesitation and raced across half the forest to reach me.

I huddled in the bushes deep in the forest, trembling violently, unable to even speak. He carried me back himself.

That night, the entire wolf pack seemed to be ignited by his fury.

Every servant who failed in their duty to protect me, every guard who deserted their post, and every wolf who allowed me to be frightened did not escape punishment.

However, when faced with the same fear and the same cries for help this time, he did not hesitate to put up a mental barrier against me for Rochell’s sake.

Timothy trembled as he reached for the blood-stained necklace, but he coughed up blood and collapsed heavily back onto the bed as soon as he raised his arm.

With red eyes, Rochell lunged at Chad and pushed him. "Chad, how could you talk to Timothy like that? Someone used black magic on him and severely injured him. Don't bother him with something as trivial as a search."

Chad shoved her back, his eyes filled with utter disgust. "Get lost! This is none of your business."

He stared intently at Timothy and added through clenched teeth, "I'll ask one last time. Where's my sister, Leah?"