Varg's Pov
I pulled into the driveway of the Dom mansion, my pulse quickening with urgency. The fight had drained me, but something inside me, an instinct, a pull, drove me to rush inside. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. My mind raced with thoughts of Lyra.
I pushed through the door, my feet moving faster than my thoughts. The hallways felt colder than usual as I rushed toward my room, a knot tightening in my stomach. But when I reached my door, I froze. It wasn’t just slightly ajar, this door had been forced open. Panic gripped me, and my heart skipped a beat.
“Lyra?” I called out, my voice laced with fear as I stepped into the room. The silence was deafening.
The room was eerily quiet, too quiet. Everything was perfectly in place, the room neat and untouched,
