Caleb’s P.O.V

Two hours. It had been two damn hours, and still, nothing. Not a single sign of Aurora or Harmona. The guests had long since left, their chatter and laughter now just an echo in the past. But here, in the packhouse, the tension was suffocating. Alpha Camden, my father, had issued a full-blown territory-wide search, sending out patrol guards and soldiers in every direction, but they kept coming back with the same answer: nothing.

“They’ve checked the burnt ...