Cyril’s POV
The reports kept piling up, and none of them made sense.
Three weeks had passed since Ella disappeared, and I was still reading the same useless summaries every night. Each one ended the same way, and no trace was found.
I sat behind my desk, the same one she used to stand beside when I asked her to explain herself. I could still hear her voice, low and shaking, telling me she didn’t do it. I had looked right at her and still didn’t believe her.
Now, the silence in this office was the only answer I had left.
“Alpha,” Marcus said quietly from the doorway. “We’ve gone through the city records again. Nothing under her name or description.”
“Do it again,” I said.
He hesitated. “We’ve done it six times already.”
“Then do it seven,” I said flatly. “Someone must have seen her.
