Matt’s P.O.V.
While Bella and Aunt Claire were deep in their spiritual journey, trying to reconnect her with Aurora, I stepped out to take a call. The energy in the room was too thick, too intense, and I needed a moment of clarity to process the barrage of updates we’d been receiving over the past few hours.
My phone buzzed, and the name blinking on the screen was one I’d been waiting for: Darius, the head of our field search team.
“Talk to me, Darius,” I said, stepping into the hallway.
“Alpha,” his voice crackled with exhaustion and urgency, “we’ve completed the search of the five properties you listed—three residential and two commercial. Each one checked thoroughly.”
“And?” I asked, already bracing for the answer.
“Nothing. No signs of Mason or Veronica. The residences were eithe
