Third Person Point Of View
Alpha Gideon sat behind the grand obsidian desk, its surface littered with scrolls and papers demanding his signature, trial reports, supply routes, border conflicts, but his hands didn’t move. They remained clenched, knuckles whitening, veins bulging. His storm-colored eyes stared blankly at the flickering candlelight, unseeing.
It had been nineteen hours since Grace vanished.
Nineteen agonizing hours since his daughter, his only child, was taken.
Then the heavy doors of the room swung open, breaking the silence.
Alpha Hugo stepped in, quiet and controlled as always.
Gideon stood abruptly, eyes sharp. “Are they back?” he demanded, voice hoarse with restraint. “Did they find her?”
Hugo shook his head. “Not yet. They are not back,”
The silence that follo
