Prese's POV
Looking for Adolfa was one of the most frustrating things I have ever done. I was tired, angry, and covered in dirt. I kicked a rock in the path, grumbling as pain shot through my foot. We had searched everywhere, and still, there was no sign of her.
Suddenly, the ground seemed to tremble. My breath caught in my throat. I didn't have to turn around to know who was coming. Alpha Lyran.
He stormed into the clearing like a hurricane, tall and powerful, his silver eyes glowing with fury. His presence alone could stop time. My eyes were drawn to him against my will. The way his muscles flexed beneath his tight shirt, his broad chest rising and falling with each angry breath—it was hard to look away.
"Where is Adolfa?" he growled, voice deep and full of rage. "I gave yo
