“Fine,” Clark said, trying to redirect the energy. “We’ll search your bedroom, look for DNA or—”
“Done that,” Harry interrupted from the base of the stairs. He walked back into the light, his face pale, holding that painfully familiar stack of documents. “I found these on her desk. The entire suite is completely clear—no signs of fight, struggle or resistance. Her wardrobe is completely emptied, and her vehicle is cleared from the south garage. Alpha, it looks like…” he stopped for a moment, weighing his words. “It looks like she left of her own, free will. I mean – the ring, the papers …”
“IT DOESN’T MATTER!”
The scream erupted from my throat with the force of a physical blast, rattling the crystal glasses, before I could even think the words. The three high-ranking warriors immediatel
