Lennox's POV
Six hours.
Six fucking hours.
And yet—nothing.
The warriors came back empty.
The elite trackers came back empty.
The seers from the other packs all said the same thing:
"Their location is blocked. The Shadow Fangs have sealed them. We cannot see anything."
Louis and Levi even contacted our allies, asked them to search their borders, their hidden tunnels, every damn corner of their lands.
Still nothing.
"Fuck," I growled and slammed my fist into the wall. The stone cracked, but it didn't make me feel any better. I was so damn useless. So fucking useless.
Six hours… and my boys—my little sons—were out there with monsters.
Six hours… and we still had no clue where they were.
Six hours… and time was burning fast.
I stared at my legs.
My pathetic, lifeless legs.
If only I had them back…
If only I could fucking stand…
If only I could shift…
If only I had my wolf…
I gripped the wheelchair arm so hard my knuckles popped.
