Chapter Eighty Two

kylie's Pov

Allegra's mysterious disappearance leaves me in stunned silence. I collapsed. Arnold attempts to catch me, his reassurances about finding her falling on skeptical ears. Deep down, I sense his words are more for my comfort than a genuine belief in success. Frustration builds within me, saying we'll find her. But deep down, I know he's just trying to comfort me, and I know he's lying.

I pull away, frustration bubbling up. “We couldn't sense him in the same room. How are we supposed to find his pack?” Another child is gone, and all I can do is cry. I'm angry at myself for feeling so powerless.

Arnold's attempts at consolation only intensify my anger at my perceived weakness. Pulling away from his embrace, I return to the epicenter of the struggle.

I headed back to where the fighting was fiercest. Bob's there, and I go up to him. He gets up, standing at attention. “Any survivors?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

Bob looks at Arnold, then back at me. “Yes, Luna. Two survivor