“Where is Tala?” Father’s voice boomed the instant he stepped into the mansion, his presence suffocating the hall like a storm rolling in.
The servants froze. Their heads bowed, eyes glued to the ground, trembling at his rage. One of them—the head servant—finally found his voice. “No one has seen her around the house, Alpha.”
“I knew it,” Father growled, his voice a guttural snarl that rattled through me. His fists clenched, his jaw tightened. He was seconds from tearing the walls apart.
“Father, calm yourself.” I stepped forward, trying to be the voice of reason. “The guards will catch her soon. Daciana has nowhere to go.”
His glare snapped to me. “Tristan, the pack’s life depends on her blood.”
I stilled. Her blood?
“She will be found,” I said firmly, but my chest tightened. “And…
