Marcus POV
We finally pulled up to where these women claimed to be: Fircone, my pack. My heart racing with every bump and pothole on the road, and my anxiety spiked. Where was everyone?
I leapt out of the car and rushed towards the building, but as I approached, my worst fears were confirmed. My patrol officers were scattered around the ground, unconscious and unmoving. I rushed to their sides, checking for vital signs. They were all alive but heavily sedated.
What was going on?
Just as I tried to make sense of what was happening, a figure emerged from the shadows of the parking lot. Rowan stepped forward, her eyes fixed on me with a mixture of shock and concern.
"Marcus?" she said softly, her voice trembling. “I sense bad. Ava is still here somewhere.”
"Rowan? What's going on?" I
