THIRD PERSON POV.
A guard sprinted toward Damian, Noah, and Silas, his face pale and breathless.
“My Alphas!” he gasped. “Mirabel—she’s been found.”
Time seemed to freeze.
Then, all at once, they moved.
The three of them took off after the guard, their hearts pounding in unison. They didn’t ask where—there was no need. Their only thought was getting to her.
The moment they saw her, their bodies went rigid.
Mirabel lay motionless, half-buried in the mud, her body curled in on itself. Dirt and grime clung to every inch of her skin, her hair matted, her clothes torn. She looked like she had been there for days.
For one terrifying second, none of them breathed.
Noah was the first to move. He dropped to his knees in the mud beside her, his hands shaking as he reached for her. His fing
