Chapter 13
Jacob did not believe that Zoey was dead, so he abandoned the pack and started searching for her.
He combed through the entire forest and spoke to all the traveling merchant caravans he saw. He even barged into the territories of enemy packs.
It simply did not make sense to him that Zoey, the strongest female werewolf he knew, could die so easily.
Three months later, he arrived at the borders of the Night Wind pack by following a faint scent.
When he saw Zoey drying medicinal herbs under the sun, his heart almost stopped beating.
She wore the coarse clothes of the Night Wind pack with her long hair tied in a casual ponytail, and a calm smile he had never seen before lit up her face when the pup nuzzled against her ankle affectionately.
She did not notice him.
Mike came forward and smiled at me before he gently tucked a loose lock of hair behind my ear.
“Zoey!” Jacob cried out hoarsely. His voice was so thick with emotion that it trembled.
I turned around, and my smile froze at the sight of him.
I instinctively stepped in front of the pup to protect him. Not an ounce of delight filled me at the reunion. All I felt was a calm detachment, as if I was staring at a stranger.
Mike took a step forward to shield me behind him as he stared at Jacob warily. “Who are you? Why are you here?”
