Luis Miguel puffed out a breath like he'd been holding it since we passed the gates. "Everywhere, man. I've been to every corner of the pack; behind the training grounds, near the storage sheds, the stream behind the west border, even those creepy ass kennels where the old rogue hounds used to be locked up. I even... went to their parents again this afternoon. They are all weeping and frantically searching still."
He looked at me with eyes that flashed with unsurety in them. I stopped walking. The packhouse loomed in front of us, sunlight glinting off the high windows and reflecting over the lawn. It was a perfect day, deceptively peaceful.
"You what?"
"I asked their parents again. I thought maybe they might have found out something I didn't."
"And?"
