Damien’s POV
The familiar gates of our territory should have brought relief. Instead, they felt like a mockery.
I rode in the lead vehicle, every muscle in my body screaming with exhaustion and barely healed wounds. Behind , the dical van carried what was left of my team. Five warriors. Five, out of twelve who’d left three days ago.
Derek was unconscious, hooked up to an IV. Ergency surgery had stopped the worst of the bleeding, but he’d lost too much blood.
Fuck. The others were just as bad.
My silver-blue eyes burned as I stared through the windshield. We’d walked straight into a trap. But all of that could wait. There was only one thing that mattered now.
Sera.
I needed to see her. Touch her. Make sure she was safe. The last days had been hell, not just because of the ambush, but because I’d been cut off from our mindlink. The rogues had used so kind of jamming magic that blocked all supernatural communications.
Without hearing her voice. Without feeling her presence.
It was torture.
The convoy pulled up to the main compound. I was out of the SUV before it fully stopped, my boots hitting the gravel with purpose.
"Get them to the dical wing," I barked at the guards who rushed forward. "Now."
I didn’t wait to watch. My feet were already carrying toward the main building, toward ho, toward Sera.
The front doors opened before I reached them. Lucas erged, flanked by two senior pack mbers. But sothing was wrong. His face was too pale.
"Where is she?" I scanned the area behind him. "Where’s Sera?"
Lucas stopped walking. The other pack mbers exchanged glances.
That was when I knew.
"Lucas." My voice dropped to the dangerous tone that made grown wolves submit. "Where. Is. My. Mate."
"Damien, you need to calm down andâ€""
"Answer the fucking question!"
My alpha power exploded outward like a shockwave. Every wolf in a fifty-foot radius dropped their heads in submission. Car alarms went off. Windows rattled.
Lucas winced but held his ground. "She’s... she’s not here."
The words hit like a physical blow. My vision went dark around the edges.
"What do you an she’s not here?"
"I just got the news that she left yesterday morning," Lucas said quickly. "She was worried about you. About the team. When we lost contact, she... she said she was going to find you."
The world tilted sideways.
"She WHAT?"
My hands were shaking. Actually shaking.
Sera was out there. Alone.
I spun away from him, my fists clenched so tight my knuckles had gone white. Every instinct was screaming at to shift, to hunt, to tear apart anything that had dared threaten my mate.
But first, I tried the mindlink.
*Sera? Sera, can you hear ?*
Nothing.
*Sera, baby, please respond. I’m back. I’m safe. Where are you?*
Still nothing. Just empty silence where her warm presence should be.
The bond between us felt... wrong. Not severed, but muffled. Like sothing was blocking it.
"Have you sent search teams?" I asked without turning around.
"Six teams. They’ve been out all night. No sign of her yet, but we---""
"Double them."
"Sir?"
I whirled back to face him, and I saw him take an involuntary step backward. Whatever he saw in my eyes scared him.
"Double the search teams. Triple them. I want every available warrior out there. I want helicopters. I want drones. I want every inch of that forest searched."
"Damien, you need dical attention. You’re covered in blood, and you haven’t slept."
"I don’t give a fuck about sleep!" The words exploded out of with enough force to make the nearby windows shake again. "My mate is missing! My pregnant mate is sowhere out there, probably hurt, possibly captured by the sa bastards who tried to kill my team!"
My voice cracked on the last words. The rage was giving way to sothing darker. Sothing that felt like drowning.
"She’s carrying our child, Lucas. Our baby. And I wasn’t here to protect her."
*Sera, please. Please answer . I can’t... I can’t lose you.*
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