Serena POV
"Any word from the search parties?" Ragnar asked, not even looking up from the reports scattered across his desk.
I paused in the doorway of his office, my hand still resting against the frame, watching him with growing irritation. I become skilled at concealing behind my maintained composure.
"Not yet," I said, moving further into the room, settling into the chair across from his desk with practiced grace. "Kieran mentioned this morning that the northern search team found nothing beyond old tracks that might have belonged to rogue wolves rather than anything useful."
"They need to expand the search radius," Ragnar said, his brow furrowing with obvious frustration. "She can't have simply vanished entirely."
I studied him, cataloging the tension evident in his shoulders, the
