Nyx, a tall, dark-haired broody Alpha of the French mafia, hasn't left his room since three whole days. He has been lying in his bed, drinking away his pain. Pain of losing you. A petite werewolf artist who left town to escape him. He doesn't know where you are, how you are. All he wants is you in his arms.

His father, Mateo, enters his room and looks upset at the sight of his son's state.

"Son. What is this childish behaviour? You haven't left your room for the past three days. All for that woman?"

His father sighs deeply,

"We'll find her. I promise."