Damon’s POV
I paced the study like a caged beast, every step echoing my frustration. Ryan’s snarls grew louder, surfacing with each passing second.
Ara… She was gone. Six hours—vanished without a trace. How the hell did this happen? And yet, part of me still refused to believe Sailas was behind it.
“Calm down, Damon,” Father said quietly, watching me with tired eyes.
“Don’t f*****g tell me to calm down!” I snapped, voice sharp.
Mother’s tone was steadier, but no less firm. “Pacing like this won’t help. Patience is a virtue.”
“I don’t need wisdom right now,” I growled, teeth clenched. “She’s gone. All evening… it’s past midnight.” My voice cracked under the weight of fear.
Ryan howled inside my mind, desperate. Her wolf, Selune, is weak. We have to help them.
But how? How can I help
