Lucien’s pov.

“They’re gone.”

The guard’s words echoed in the war room. This was the second time today he had returned.

My jaw clenched until the bone ached.

“We’ve searched every central, every patrol route, even the borders,” the man continued nervously. “Neither Dante nor the girl are anywhere in the pack.”

I turned slowly, my gaze pinning him where he stood. He flinched.

“Search again. Outside the borders. Don’t come back until you find her.” I said.

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