GELLER'S POV
Four years.
For four long years, I’ve been chasing shadows.
Every lead, every supposed sighting, every whisper carried on the wind—none of it led to anything. There were moments when I couldn’t shake the feeling that Emory, Drake, or someone else was deliberately steering us off track. My men have scoured all five kingdoms, but there’s been no sign of her. Or of Drake.
I knew they had planned to attend college together, so I had the universities searched, records combed through, crowds watched—yet still, nothing. The longer I search, the more unsettled my wolf becomes, growing nearly feral. Eventually, I began to mirror his behavior. I’ve become detached, colder with each passing day.
I stopped pretending to care about diplomacy. I had no interest in sugarcoating my rejec
