He squeezed his eyes closed tightly trying to recall the memory of her sweet face, her vibrant red hair, and her unique scent. She was the sun in a life that had been plagued with winter. She was the brightest star shining into the darkness that had eaten away at his soul. His Jewel, his little dove, with an olive branch offering him hope.
“How are you doing?” His Alpha’s voice chased away the brief glimpse he’d gotten in his mind’s eye and had his eyes flashing in irritation. Dalton didn’t want to speak. His wolf wanted nothing more than to shed the human skin and run, run and never stop. We must find her, his beast rumbled into his mind. Yes, he agreed, and they would. Dalton would never stop searching for her.
“Dalton,” Dillon’s voice, firmer this time, prodded again.
He turned his
