The house was too quiet when Matthew returned. He had been out for only a short time, patrolling the edges of their neighborhood, but something felt off. The faint scent of Gabrielle lingered in the air, but it was mixed with another, darker presence.
“Gabrielle?” Matthew called, his voice echoing through the empty rooms.
No answer.
He scanned the living room, his sharp gaze catching small signs of a struggle—a chair slightly out of place, the faint scent of overturned coffee. Dread settled in his chest like a stone.
His jaw tightened as he picked up the faintest trace of her trail, leading out the door. He followed it instinctively, moving faster than human eyes could follow. It wasn’t long before the trail led him to an old, abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town.
Matthew push
