= Mikael =
I had already torn through half the territory before the moon reached its peak.
The night should have been calm. Still. Familiar. Every sound—the rustle of leaves, the whisper of wind through the pines, the distant call of nocturnal creatures. It grounded me.
After a few hours of investigation, Lorne deduced that Amara was…taken.
I knew it in my bones the moment the link went silent.
Amara didn’t vanish without a trace. She didn’t disappear into the night without leaving something behind.
Fear had a scent.
And it was on a certain part of the forest when we managed to track it. It was faint, but it was there. It was almost frustrating on my part on how to find her, especially since we couldn't feel her presence. But that familiar scent of fear was enough for me to conclud
