Adonis's POV:
I trudged up the gravel path to the cottage, my boots crunching with each weary step. The moon hung low in the sky, a silent witness to another fruitless night. My mind replayed the meeting with Nathaniel and the pack warriors, our frustrated voices echoing in the dimly lit war room.
"Nothing. Not a single lead," I muttered, running a hand through my disheveled black hair.
The cottage loomed before me, a sanctuary in the darkness. As I reached for the doorknob, I caught a whiff of Lynn's lavender and rose scent mingling with Alan's musk. My wolf, Solomon, stirred restlessly within me.
"They're safe," I reminded myself. "That's what matters."
I stepped inside, the floorboards creaking beneath my weight. The living room was bathed in shadows, illuminated only by the soft g
