It’s been two months since Ancalagon went missing, and I can’t find him anywhere. Of course, the one time I desperately want to find someone, I can’t find them.
I know that Zephyr is hurting. My mate is hurting, and I should be able to help her. This is what I do, after all, and I’m damn good at it. Or at least, I used to be. Now, when it’s most important to me, I find I’m incapable. Incapable of doing the work I’m usually so good at and incapable of taking away my mate’s pain.
I’ve been working closely with Avani and Cedric. We’ve searched the city and even found places that had Ancalagon’s scent. Still, it was faint, as if Oliver was moving Ancalagon around, so we couldn’t find him. It’s maddening because it means that he’s been planning this for a very long time, and he’s more than a
