Jenna’s POV
The forest was eerily quiet, and my patience was wearing thin. Every step I took felt heavier than the last as I scoured the training grounds, the dense foliage, and even the creek where Lyra loved to clear her mind. Yet there was no trace of her. Not a single scent, not a single clue.
“Lyra!” I shouted for the hundredth time, my voice hoarse. The only response was the rustling of leaves in the breeze.
Dread was settling into my bones like a lead weight. Something wasn’t right. Lyra wouldn’t just vanish without a word. Not her. She was always meticulous, always careful.
I stormed back to the pack house, my chest heaving from both exhaustion and frustration. As I approached the courtyard, my eyes locked on Lucas. He stood by the gate, speaking to a patrol member. His should
