Cyril’s POV
The sun was already setting when my car rolled past the gates. The manor stood quiet, too quiet. I expected to see one or two guards at the door, but none of them looked at ease. They straightened as soon as they saw me, their eyes darting toward each other before greeting.
I stepped out, closed the car door, and adjusted my coat. “Where is Ella?” I asked immediately. I just knew something was wrong in my guts.
The head guard hesitated before answering. “We thought she was with you, Alpha.”
I frowned. “With me? I’ve been gone for more than a day. Who told you she left the manor?”
His shoulders stiffened. “No one, sir. Her door’s been unlocked since morning. We assumed she went to the garden, but. . .she hasn’t been seen since yesterday.”
I didn’t answer. I walked past the
