#Chapter 94: The Missing Stone

Ava I felt my heart pounding as we approached the cell where Olivia had been kept beneath the Packhouse. The dark corridor smelled faintly of mildew and stale air, but I barely noticed it—my mind was racing too much to focus on anything else. We had only just arrived back to Moonstone on the ferry, and already we were here. I was tired, but not complaining; finding Olivia was important business, especially when she was running around rampant with no pack tattoo. We had to find her before she caused any trouble; which meant that we had to find her… well, yesterday. Chris strode ahead of me, his shoulders set in a tense line in the flickering torchlight as he made his way toward the guards stationed outside the cell door. “I need to take a look inside,” he said gruffly. “See if anything was missed.” The guards exchanged a wary glance, but didn’t argue with their Alpha. “Of course, Alpha,” one of them said, stepping aside while the other produced a large ring