FORTY-FOUR

RYDER’S POV

“You look like a walking corpse,” My dad says mockingly.

The scowl on my face deepened. “Stay away from this father,” I hissed. Typical of him to gloat at a time like this. Who would think that the werewolf king was a petty bastard? No one but me.

I have not slept or eaten in days and I know I look like shit without him saying it. Food is the last thing on my mind, I just want to find her. A lot has happened to me in my lifetime but none was as scary as this. What if I never find her? what then would become of me? How long could I really survive without her?

My wolf is slowing down, it’s funny how a woman can make the strongest wolf feel so powerless. Many times, I get angry, I dream of the many ways I would punish her and make her beg for my mercy, but right now, the fear is creeping in, and it outweighs the feeling of wanting to punish her.

I have sent a message to all the packs in