Anthony's POV

Fenris returns from the forest with silent footfalls, stepping into the dim lamplight of the hall outside my office. The moment I sense his presence, I call out to him, unable to mask the simmering frustration boiling beneath my calm façade.

"Any trace of them?" I ask, my voice low and controlled, though the question seethes with unspoken threat.

He bows his head slightly, his black hair falling forward across his pale brow. "None, my Lord. His father has ...