---- His mind rewound, replaying her desperate voice on the phone, the way she had reached out to him one final time-and how he had ignored her. He collapsed against the wall, eyes glazed over with remorse. "Jasmin... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..." Lily arrived moments later, rushing toward him. "Yeats, don't despair," she said quickly, taking his arm. "Maybe Jasmin is just pretending to be dead. Maybe she staged it all to take revenge on you." Yeats turned toward her, fury blazing in his eyes. "She was pretending yesterday, wasn't she? Pretending she was still sick from the silver poison..." "Enough!" Yeats shoved her hand off his arm. "Your fans killed Jasmin!" "No!" Lily shrieked. "She staged it herself! That wasn't my-" "stop lying to me!" he growled. "The she-wolf who struck Jasmin from behind-she's the lead role in ---- your fan group. I know her!" Lily froze, stunned. He had never yelled at her before. Her eyes widened, her jaw clenched. "That doesn't mean anything..." she muttered. "Dad, don't waste time on her," Yelena interrupted, grabbing his hand. "We need to find Mom. Now!" Yeats snapped back to reality. "You're right." He left Lily behind and ran out with Yelena at his side. Reporters caught sight of them again and swarmed in. Lily tried to follow but was blocked by the crowd. Frustrated and helpless, she stomped in anger, unable to reach them. Yeats halted all Alpha duties and launched a full-scale search across CrimsonMoon. He and Yelena combed every corner, every hiding place, every whisper of a clue. But I had vanished-like I'd evaporated into the wind. One month passed. ---- Then came a news broadcast from Lupus Celestial Daily. The camera panned to Yeats and Yelena at a press conference. "This is the last known video of a missing she-wolf," Yeats told the audience, voice raw. "Her name is Jasmin." He paused, trying to hold himself together. "T want to believe she's alive. But if she's... if she's not ..." His voice broke. "I need to see her. Even if it's just her body." The reporter tilted her head. "But many say she was just a helper-someone who tried to steal status. Why do you insist on searching for her?" Yeats' jaw tightened. He looked straight at the camera. "She is not just a helper. She is my bonded Luna, the one I loved more than anyone... and the mother of my daughter." The news exploded across the internet. The hashtag # FindLunaJasmin trended for weeks. Sympathy