= Mikael =
“Where the hell is she?” I snarled, my voice cutting through the cramped cabin like a blade.
The door flew open. Izza—our pack doctor—burst inside, breathless and pale, with two nurses scrambling behind her. They scattered instantly, tearing through blankets, opening cabinets, checking every corner of the room with frantic hands. Their panic only confirmed what I already felt twisting in my gut.
I had come straight here the moment I finished dealing with the mountain of responsibilities dumped on me today… only to find the bed…damn empty.
Did Amara seriously think she could escape from me?
A humorless laugh slipped out, low and sharp. Did she truly believe she could outrun this territory? Outrun me? And the audacity—the fvcking audacity—to even try?
“She’s not here, A-Alp
