Aeon's POV:
Five days after the manor burned to the ground, and three days into my relentless search through the ashes.
I stood barefoot on the highest mound of rubble, watching the servants rake through the debris, digging for anything that hadn't been turned to cinder.
Every time someone pulled an object from the wreckage, I'd sprint down like a desperate lunatic, only to be hit with a crushing wave of disappointment.
Why? Why was there not a single damn thing left in this entire manor that belonged to Anna?!
"Alpha, please. You need to rest."
Beta Evan was practically attached to my hip, trailing behind me with two healers in tow, terrified I was going to push myself over the edge.
I ignored them.
For three straight days, I'd turned half the ruins upside down. My fingernails had
