Vorian POV
“VAREK!” I half-growled, half-roared as I stormed outside.
I found him instantly, already sprinting in my direction.
“Where is she?”
“I sent her to her room with a warrior!” he replied, visibly nervous.
“Tell me she made it there.”
“No… she’s gone.”
My chest tightened. “What warrior did you send her with?”
“Zephriel. The new guy the one who just made the squad.”
Zephriel. An orphan we took in when he was just five. Our pack raised him, clothed him, trained him. He grew up a model warrior straight-A student, top of his class, a walking poster boy for discipline and dedication. And now this?
“Search the grounds! I want them found now!” I barked, the command echoing through the air as warriors snapped into action. Varek sent out an urgent mind-link alert to the entire pac
