Trail of Treachery

Darius Thorne

The tension in the air was suffocating as another fruitless search report landed on my desk. My men had combed every inch of the southern border where Garek’s vehicle was found, but the trail had gone cold. Frustration churned in my gut, threatening to boil over. Cassia had been gone for nine days. Nine days of uncertainty, of imagining the worst, of battling my wolf’s rage.

I grippe