Declan's POV
I stormed into my chambers, slamming the door behind me. The rage took over. I swept my arm across the desk, sending papers and trinkets flying. The sound of shattering glass as a picture frame hit the floor only fueled my anger. I grabbed a chair, hurling it against the wall with a roar.
"Alpha!" Jason's voice called from outside. He burst in, eyes wide with concern.
I whirled on him, chest heaving. "What?"
He approached cautiously, hands raised. "We'll find them, Alpha. We'll bring them home."
His words cut through my rage, leaving behind a hollow ache. I slumped against the wall, running a hand over my face. "How, Jason? How did this happen?"
"I don't know," he admitted. "But we're not giving up. The pack is ready to move on your command."
I nodded, straightening up.
