Azriel froze in place at James's words, with a mixture of hope and apprehension. "Report," he demanded, his voice sharp with urgency.
James hesitated for a moment before responding, "We didn't find her, but we finally have a lead."
Without another word, Azriel turned on his heel, his movements swift and purposeful as he raced back towards the pack in his werewolf form. Every muscle in his body tensed with anticipation, his mind consumed by the burning need to find her.
As he arrived at the pack, he swiftly shifted back into his human form and mind-linked James, "Where are you?"
"We're at the pack clinic," James replied promptly.
"I'm on my way," Azriel responded tersely, his heart pounding in his chest as he sprinted towards the clinic, his senses heightened and every fiber of his bei
