Bruce's POV

The cabin looked like a war zone. Furniture overturned, supplies scattered everywhere, and blood smeared across the wooden floor in a pattern that spoke of violence and struggle. My wolf howled inside me. Beverly was gone and someone had hurt her here.

"Get Victor and the pack," I snapped at the Council guard who had driven me here. "Now." The guard hesitated, clearly remembering his orders about non-interference. I let my Alpha command slam into him with enough force to make his ...