“Isaac,” she said slowly, “what happens to werewolves who are missing? What is it you’re afraid of? Couldn’t they just have run off for some time alone together?” She didn’t mention the obvious, to her, bond between them.
“We’re all Betas…they…I should be able to smell them…call out to them and have them reply, but…but n-nothing…” His voice cracked then and he gazed at her, eyes wide and disbelieving. “They wouldn’t go without saying goodbye…”
“Oh, god.” Her voice went rough, and she cleared her throat. “You have to /tell me/, Isaac. What could hurt a werewolf?” She wanted so badly to be able to reassure him, but without the specific shape of his fear, she didn’t know what to say. And he wasn’t saying anything about why he was bloody and had clearly been in a fight with someone — or something.