Rhyker’s POV
The biting chill of the early morning air did little to cut through the heat that had settled in my veins.
It had been three days. Three days of searching, of pushing myself and the pack beyond their limits, combing every inch of the territory, trying to pick up any trace of her.
But Lyra was gone—vanished without a trace, as if the earth itself had swallowed her whole.
I still saw the last image of her, hazy and blurred in my memory: her body limp over that elder’s shoulder, her face ghostly pale.
I’d lunged, fought against the unnatural binding the moment I felt my muscles loosen, but by then he was already gone, slipping out like smoke into the night.
I’d scoured the ground outside the hospital, searched the air for even a faint hint of her scent, but it was as th
