CHAPTER 27 — Vionn Searches for Kaela (Worry Turning to Rage)
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The night air felt wrong.
Vionn stood at the edge of the forest, breath turning sharp and uneven, the trees swallowing the last faint echo of her voice. His jaw clenched hard enough to crack.
Kaela was gone.
Taken.
Stolen right out from under him.
Something inside him had gone silent when he first realized it—horribly silent—like a heart freezing mid-beat. But now that silence was shattering, replaced by something darker, heavier, and infinitely more dangerous.
Worry.
Fear.
Rage.
He had felt her absence like a blow, like someone carved her out of his ribs.
And now?
Now he couldn’t breathe without imagining her terrified.
He pressed his palm against the cold metal of the car door, knuckles white. Adrian’s scent lingered in the air—smoke, leather, that faint metallic tang.
His voice shook when he whispered:
> “Kaela… where are you?”
He wanted to destroy everything in sight.
He wanted to rip apart the forest with his bare hands.
He wanted to hunt the monster who took her and drag him back by the throat.
But more than anything—
he wanted to find his wife safe.
Whether she was angry at him, scared of him, pushing him away or clinging to him—
he didn’t care.
He just wanted her breathing.
A sudden image hit him—Kaela crying.
Kaela calling his name.
Kaela thinking he didn’t come for her.
Kaela thinking he left her like Adriana.
His chest constricted painfully.
“No,” he growled, voice trembling with desperation. “No, Kaela—not you. Not again. I won’t lose you too.”
He reached into the back seat and grabbed his black coat—inside, hidden in the lining, was the blade he swore he’d never have to use again.
He strapped it to his thigh, movements sharp and vicious.
Every second Kaela was away from him felt like a countdown.
He forced himself to think clearly—
Adrian had always been a shadow, slipping through places no one expected. If he had taken Kaela, he’d take her somewhere familiar, somewhere he knew Vionn would hesitate to search.
Vionn didn’t hesitate.
He tracked every broken twig, every dragged footprint, every faint scent in the dirt. He dropped to his knees to press his hand against the ground, searching for her warmth, fighting the terror that clawed at his throat.
His voice cracked.
> “Kaela… please. Talk to me. Just—just let me feel you.”
He felt nothing.
That’s when panic actually struck him.
His heart thudded hard enough to hurt, breath stumbling. His fingers shook for the first time in years. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to inhale through the crushing pressure in his chest.
He whispered her name again.
“Kaela… my love, where are you?”
A cold wind moved through the trees.
Then—
A flicker.
A faint, nearly invisible trail—mud, disturbed leaves, and something shimmered faintly in the moonlight.
A small piece of her dress.
Vionn’s heart stopped for a full beat.
He crouched and picked it up, the soft fabric trembling in his fingers.
She fought.
She ran.
She tried to get back to him.
Something hot and painful spread across his chest.
His voice broke completely as he whispered:
> “Good girl… keep running. I’m coming. I swear to God, I’m coming.”
The desperation turned to rage, sharp and lethal.
His entire expression changed—the softness gone, replaced by a deadly calm.
His wife was out there.
Terrified.
Hurting.
And hunted.
No one hunted what belonged to him.
Vionn straightened slowly, eyes turning cold and feral.
Adrian had made one final mistake—
taking the last thing Vionn loved.
He stepped into the forest, every movement radiating violent intent.
> “Adrian,” he murmured, voice low and deadly.
“You took my wife. Now I take your life.”
The shadows swallowed him.
The hunt began.
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