he left his pack for a while to follow this tailless one he had decided to make his mate, camped with a small escort an hour away from her Silvermoon tribe. Her elders had already accepted the gifts, though it was more like payment and now all he had to do was take her, the contract was for tomorrow morning. He hadn't seen her yet

With a growl that could chill the blood of anyone who heard it, he got up and walked over to meet the visitor.

Angrily, he looked at the girl who had approached his camp so late and showed such fear. Her pale face flushed even more as she slowly retreated, obviously having second thoughts about coming closer. He let out a contemptuous snort, his ears folding back in irritation. "What do you want?" he demanded. "You know better than to disturb my rest at this hour."

"Fine," he snapped, his yellow eyes narrowing. "Then just go. But if you ever disturb me again, I'll tear you apart." The girl nodded fearfully and hurriedly disappeared into the darkness. He growled once more before lying back down, trying to get some rest. However, sleep would not come easily tonight, not with his anticipation for tomorrow and the arrival of the tailless one.

He growled lowly under his breath as the figure vanished into the darkness, glad to be rid of her presence so soon. The thought that someone had dared disturb him at such a late hour infuriated him further, but there was no point in letting it bother him now. With another disgruntled sigh, he turned over on his side and closed his eyes, trying once again to fall asleep.

His beast growled softly within him, uneasy with the events that had just transpired but hopefully settling down for a rest as well.

Angry and frustrated beyond words, he glared at the old wolves who had come to deliver this news. He hardly heard their apologies or excuses as he clenched his fists tightly, digging his claws into the dirt in front of him. The image of Rina's face flashed through his mind, and a pang of regret shot through him almost immediately. Why had he been so angry with her for wanting to speak? He should have listened... now it was too late.

He growled lowly as the old wolves turned to leave, taking the few belongings they'd brought as payment for their "services." Once they were gone, he stood up slowly and began to pace back and forth across his small camp, his beast restless within him. He knew that finding Rina would not be easy now; she could be anywhere by now. But he had to try. There was no other option

With determination clear in his eyes, he called out to his escort, explaining the situation to them and ordering them to spread out and search for Rina. They would find her, no matter where she hid. He couldn't lose her now; not after coming this close. His beast growled with renewed vigor at the prospect of the hunt, eager to prove its worth by locating their mate.

His beast pacing in restlessness within him made him feel even more determined to find Rina. He wouldn't rest until she was safely back in his arms, where she belonged as his mate and part of his pack. The hunt would begin immediately and end only when they were reunited. There was no other choice.

His beast growled in frustration as he realized the girl had gained a significant lead while fleeing through the forest. He knew his pack would catch up eventually, but every moment that passed without finding her was like a dagger to his heart. They had to find her soon; if they didn't, there was no telling what might happen to her. The thought of another werewolf getting their hands on such a delicate creature filled him with rage.

Their hunt continued into the night and well past dawn. The members of his pack were growing exhausted, but their determination to find Rina kept them going. He spared no words of encouragement or commands; he knew they needed him at his best if they were to succeed. As they pressed forward through the dense forest, he kept one thought in mind: I will find you, my mate. Nothing and no one else matters.

With a growl of frustration, he knew that the longer Rina remained on her own, the more exhausted she would become and less likely it was for them to find her. He pushed his wolves forward with renewed vigor, their feet pounding against the earth as they combed through every inch of forest around them. His beast roared within him, demanding that they succeed and return with their mate safe and sound.

But hours passed with no sign of her, leaving him feeling increasingly desperate and helpless. The thought of losing her now, after coming so close...it was unbearable. He had to find her soon, or risk losing her forever.

"We're too late," he growled, his yellow eyes narrowing to slits as they scoured the treetops and undergrowth for any sign of movement. "She must have doubled back, found another path deeper into the forest." He turned to his pack, their fur matted with sweat and dirt from hours of relentless tracking. "Keep searching! We won't give up until we find her!"

But even as he shouted his determination, a nagging fear began to take root within him. What if they were too late? What if she had truly gotten away from them forever? His beast roared its denial, but the truth could not be ignored. They needed to find her soon, or all of this would have been for nothing.