Thomas Pov
I ran in my wolf form, the crisp night air slicing through my fur. Lombard matched my pace, the urgency in the air palpable. Someone had reported a sighting of Annabel in the northern pack territory. Ignoring my responsibilities as an alpha, I surged forward, the need to find her overriding any sense of duty.
The scent of pine trees and damp earth surrounded us as we entered the northern territory. Lombard's wolf form was a shadow beside me, his loyalty unwavering. The bond we shared was evident in our synchronized movements, each step a testament to the years of collaboration.
"Lombard, do you trust the source of this information?" I questioned, my thoughts racing as we weaved through the dense forest.
Lombard's deep growl reverberated, his response laced with caution. "I c
