Dixon no longer knew how to walk around the house. His feet were raw and covered in bandages, and even with his quick healing ability, he had not given the flesh time to rebuild. Her hands were in the same state. There were huge dark circles under her eyes and her hair was completely matted. All around the office furniture was in tatters, with claw marks or broken parts. He was sitting in the only armchair that hadn't tipped over, but his claws had already splintered the wood of the armrest.

His chest was tight. He couldn't feel his she-wolf, it was as if she was far away, they hadn't found her either, no matter how hard he had looked for her. It was as if there was something that wouldn't let them reach her.

And all night long there had been a feeling of anguish that had made him shed tears from his eyes. He did not know if it was really he who was crying, but only the thought could come into his head that it had been his she-wolf who had gone through something that had made her suff