roller coaster

Rhyme paced over the border, he was stretched so thin these days he didn’t have any time for himself. He was either searching for Motif, helping Eulogy with the kids, or trying to do his alpha duties. Rhyme felt like he was failing. His own daughter gone missing. How could he go on if he was unable to find her? The slate alpha didn’t think he could.

He’d tucked his nephews and niece into bed only a half hour previous and now he planned to spend the rest of the night in search of Motif. He’d sleep tomorrow if he had time, he had gone longer without sleep before. He knit his brows and turned to head south from Abaven.