Dominic’s face was grim as he surveyed the scattered group, his jaw clenched tight.
"We have no chance now," he said, his voice heavy with frustration. "We were outnumbered and not prepared. The rogue wolves are scattered."
Raven’s stomach twisted at his words. She hated feeling helpless, hated the fact that Boris had Damien, and they couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
The forest was eerily quiet now, save for the occasional rustling of leaves in the wind. After what felt like an eternity of searching, Boris had given up on finding Cora.
He had taken Damien instead. Bound and gagged.
Raven’s hands curled into fists.
"Dominic," she said, her voice sharp. "We cannot just leave him with Boris."
Her chest ached at the thought of Damien in their hands, surrounded by his enemies with no w
