Author's POV
Logan stood by the large map of the territory in his war chamber, the tips of his fingers pressed into the wooden table. The torches flickered with the restless wind, casting long, dancing shadows across his face. He had already sent guards to every corner of the palace, doubled patrol at the borders, and even dispatched warriors beyond the woods.
Yet still… nothing.
Lucia was gone. As if she vanished into the shadows themselves.
“She couldn't have disappeared into thin air,” Logan growled, voice low and sharp like a blade. “She’s injured. Weak. She shouldn’t have gotten far.”
A guard stepped forward, nervous. “Alpha, we’ve searched the southern forests and the riverbanks. No trace. No scent.”
Logan’s hand slammed onto the table, making the others flinch. “Then search ag
