Derek's POV
Three days.
Three whole damn days, and nothing.
I hurled the glass decanter across the study. It exploded against the wall, amber liquid streaking down like blood.
"What do you mean, nothing?" I roared.
My Beta kept his head low. Smart wolf.
"The little girl's records are gone," he said carefully. "Scrubbed clean. And Sophia's trail disappears near the private harbor."
The private harbor.
My chest tightened.
Something Sophia had said weeks ago clawed its way back. That night she'd begged me to come home for Olivia—before I'd hung up on her, before everything collapsed.
She'd mentioned some kind of advanced treatment. An underwater cryogenic facility. Technology so cutting-edge it sounded like a fairy tale.
I'd laughed at her then. Told her she was delusional.
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