[Back at the Blackmoon Colony - Old world]
Dax didn't even stop to lace his boots properly…he just yanked his shirt over his head, snatched his jacket, and sprinted out of the locker room.
The moment the words 'Princess Freya is missing' sank in, Dax's chest seized. His blood ran cold even though sweat still clung to his body from the activities moments ago.
His wolf howled inside him. He cursed himself for slacking off! He knew very well what Freya meant to his Alpha… to the Blackmoons…she was hope.
The thudding of his boots echoed in the corridor as he darted towards the exit…so fast that when he turned the corner, he nearly collided head on with Lyla.
Her eyes, usually calm, were wide with fear, her face pale beneath the strands of hair that had escaped her braid.
"Beta Dax!" she gasped, steadying herself with one hand against the wall before stepping into his path. Her voice shook, but her words were sharp, demanding:
