How many days had it been? Three weeks? It certainly felt longer. To the three of them, waiting and searching day in and day out, it felt like an absolute eternity. It was a ridiculous concept if anyone else heard it.
Three powerful sovereigns put their territorial differences aside and came together for the sole purpose of searching for one wolf. Well, half-wolf. But despite their combined resources and manpower, he was simply nowhere to be found.
A person just could not vanish into thin air. They had scoured every inch of the land. Their respective territories had been turned upside down, every border checked, every guard questioned, and every rumour chased down, but there was absolutely no trace of Riven. It was as if the earth had swallowed him whole. So, by process of elimination, that meant only one place was left to look. The Black Panther clan.
