Damian
It’s been three days.
Three days since Stella vanished without a sound, without a scent trail, without a single damn clue as to where she might be.
Three days since my mother’s scream shattered the morning calm.
Three days since the bond—the one that tied all Dalgaard family members together—went quiet. Not broken. Not severed. Just… silent.
And that silence is killing me.
We had searched every inch of Gray Shadows territory. Every border. Every riverbank. Every cave. Every abandoned cabin. Every place Stella might have gone, and every place she never would have gone.
But there was nothing.
Not a footprint.
Not a scent.
Not a whisper.
If someone had taken her, we should have heard from them by now. A ransom. A threat. A message. Something.
But there has been nothing.
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