Chapter 31

Ethan. The night air was crisp, the moon casting a silvery glow over the Crest mansion as I paced anxiously in the heart of our territory. My decision to find my mate, albeit one I had rejected weighed heavily on my mind, but just because I’d rejected her didn’t mean I wanted her to run from me. I had tasked one of my most trusted informants to find Arya, to bring an end to the haunting specter that lingered between me and almost insanity. I puffed on the cigar between my lips, blowing out smoke that evaporated into the air. “Any news? Have you found her?” My informant, a seasoned member of the pack, met my gaze with a somber expression. I trusted Ryan with my life. It was the reason I’d tasked him with finding her because I knew he was the only one capable enough to do the job. If there was one thing Ryan knew how to do, it was infiltrating circles. He had been highly instrumental in tearing down enemy packs in the past. “There are whispers in the rogue lands about a prophetic wol