Bounty on the Luna

KELLAN’S POV

"WHERE IS SHE?" I roar.

The guttural force of my voice rattles the crystal dining hall chandelier above us, as my wolf, Zarek, bleeds into my vocal cords. It has been one full, agonizing week since Tamsin was ripped away from us at the shopping mall. One hundred and sixty-eight hours of hell. I grip the edge of the sprawling mahogany table. The map laid out across the wood crumbles