“Initiate the ‘Howling Call!’ Seal all exits! Find her—now!” Liam Shaw’s roar cracked over the phone like a whip.
Instantly, the territory sprang to life. Actor-werewolves flooded the streets, performing a grid search for Aurora, but every corner, every alley, every shadow yielded nothing.
Liam’s eyes burned red with fury as he grabbed a megaphone and bellowed, his voice carrying over the territory. She must listen to me. She can’t just vanish under constant surveillance!
Four hours dragged by like an eternity. Panic gnawed at him. He stormed into the control room, flinging himself in front of the security screens. There it was—Aurora hadn’t left the stone house last night. But there, in the early morning footage, a hooded male werewolf was dragging a massive mithril-lined suitcase away
