Third Person P.O.V.
The air in the war room buzzed with an eerie, chaotic energy—the kind that settled like a storm cloud before thunder cracked. The moon had shifted to its highest point in the night sky, casting slants of silver across the wide windows of Matt’s pack house. Inside, the silence wasn’t stillness—it was a taut wire pulled tight, every breath laced with anticipation.
Then, Matt’s phone rang.
The room jolted to life. Matt answered swiftly, recognizing the number.
“Alpha Matt,” the warrior’s voice came in low but tense. “We’ve covered the northeastern woods and both abandoned warehouses near Riverbend, just as instructed. Nothing so far. No signs of Mason or Veronica.”
Matt clenched his jaw. “Thank you for the update. Change your objective. I need your best searchers to i
