Farewell My Dear Mate

Late at night, the pack’s investigation team was still grinding away on the case trying to find clues on what had happened to me. The packhouse was quiet, save for the occasional low growl or murmur from wolves on duty. Damon, the Alpha , called for a break, giving the exhausted wolves a moment to regroup. Logan, still in his human form, decided to grab a bite.

One of his packmates smirked, teasing him as he grabbed a chunk of raw meat from the packhouse kitchen. "Hey, Logan, how's it feel to be the Beta with the most attention from the she-wolves? Lucky isn't it, Shouldn’t your mate be delivering your midnight meal?”

Logan’s jaw clenched, and the meat hit the table with a thud. "Why bring her up? It’s irritating for goddess sakea."

Damon sensed the shift in Logan's mood, his wolf instincts picking up on the tension. “It’s been a while since we’ve seen Reyna around. She used to show up every night with something for you when you were on late shifts I believe that's why he mentioned it,"

Logan shot him a glare, his eyes flickering dangerously. "She wasn’t bringing it for me anyway, Damon, you ate most of it anyway."

"That's because you refuse to, and her dishes are delicious by the way",

"Yeah right, if you say so"

Damon’s tone grew more serious. “No, really, Logan. Is everything alright with your mate? She hasn’t been around lately. Is she… missing?”

Logan let out a low growl. “Missing? If she had some backbone to do that, maybe I’d actually notice, she’s like a shadow—always there but never really seen, always tailing me around,it’s been quiet for a few days, so let’s not talk about her.”

Standing just outside the packhouse, unseen but ever-present, I smirked.

The things he had no idea about.

My dear lovely mate, you won’t have to deal with me anymore. I’ve gone far beyond the bond we once shared.

Just then, one of the junior wolves rushed into the room, his breath labored, clearly shaken. “Alpha Damon, we’ve identified the remains!”

Damon moved to take the report, but the young wolf hesitated, his eyes darting between Logan and Damon. "I think... Beta Logan should see it first."

Logan frowned, his wolf rising to the surface as his instincts prickled with unease. “Why me? I’m not the one leading this investigation. Why show it to me?”

Damon scanned the report, his face going pale, the authority of an Alpha momentarily slipping. His voice was heavy as he spoke. “Logan... your mate—Reyna... have you been in contact with her lately? When did you last speak with her”

“Yeah,” Logan replied slowly, a sudden coldness creeping over him. “She sent me a message a few days ago. Why?”

That's a lie and he knew it.

Damon’s gaze locked onto Logan, his voice dropping to a near growl. “Has it been more than three days to be exact?”

Logan's eyes widened as realization dawned. He shot up from his seat. "What are you saying?"