TREVOR’S POV
We swept the entire perimeter three times.
North to south. Roof to cellar. Through the barracks, the stables, the old training grounds. We checked round the pack and even outside the pack borders.
Still… nothing.
No trace of the intruder.
Every time I turned a corner, I hoped—no, expected—to catch something. A sound, a scent, a whisper. Anything. But it was as if they’d never been there at all. And with Brianna gone, I didn’t trust my judgment the way I usually did. My instincts were dulled, clouded with the ache I was trying so hard to ignore.
After the fourth sweep, I stood out on the balcony overlooking the grounds. I gripped the stone railing until my knuckles turned white.
“Let it go, Trevor,” Kevin said from behind me. His voice was calm, but I could hear how exh
