Maverick POV
The summons came during my training, an urgent mind link from my father demanding my presence in his office. Determined to heed his call swiftly, I rushed to finish my sparring session, effortlessly beating my opponent, though the victory brought me little satisfaction. Assisting the injured warrior, I left him in the care of the medic before retreating to the locker room to freshen up. A quick shower and change of clothes later, I jogged towards the packhouse.
Seated before my father's desk, I listened intently as he detailed the troubling developments in the search for Autumn and her companions. The trackers' efforts had met with tragedy, one dead and the other hospitalized from exhaustion. Despite my father's attempts to glean information, the exhausted tracker had been s
