Gavin
I stood above Caz, hands bound, bloodied but still breathing. He knelt before me like a dethroned king, his golden eyes wild with fury, with fear.
"She was never meant for you," I sneered, pacing in front of him. "You stole something that was mine. But don't worry—you're going to watch me take it back."
He lunged at me, despite his bindings. A pair of rogues shoved him back into the dirt.
I smiled.
But the moment was cut short when one of my patrols stumbled forward, panting hard. His face was pale. Too pale.
“What is it?” I snapped.
“We’ve… searched the perimeter,” he said, glancing around nervously. “Taryn. She’s gone.”
My mind stilled.
“What?”
“Gone, Alpha. She’s not in the tent. We found the IV on the ground and… there’s a trail. Someone took her.”
For a second, I said
