Damian's POV
It’s been days. Days in this place that felt like it belonged in another lifetime. Crescent Valley was unlike anything I’d known. The land here breathed differently—brighter, freer. But for me, each sunrise felt heavier than the last.
And still… no sign of her.
I had searched everywhere—forests, rivers, markets, outskirts of the capital. I followed every scent trail, every rumor, every whispered conversation in taverns where rogues and travelers passed through. I listened closely, hoping for someone to mention a lone she-wolf wandering unfamiliar lands.
But nothing. Not even a whisper of her name.
Her scent, which had been faint but traceable when I arrived, had now vanished completely—as if the wind had stolen it from me. Like she had never been here at all.
Logan paced
