Chapter 0067

My eyes scan the area desperately. Not a single clue remains about where they've taken her. I turn to Sebastian, my jaw clenched. "Fine. I'll call my father. We're heading back."

The next day finds me home. Exhaustion weighs on me, but sleep won't come. I march straight to my father's office - it's transformed into a command center. Maps cover every surface, color-coded markers tracking search grids, cleared zones, and remaining hotspots.

We fought about school. I refused to go, arguing I couldn't focus. He compromised: home-schooling with delivered assignments, plus mandatory morning training sessions.

I only agreed because Mr. Sinclair had started drilling the warriors. Maybe he needed distraction from his missing daughter. Or maybe he was disappointed no one could save her.

A week passes with zero progress. I curse myself for not following that faint scent when we had the chance.

Now I'm in the training yard, channeling my rage into brutal physical exertion. Mr. Sinclair pushes us to our limits daily - exactly what I need. Between the sleepless nights and lost appetite, finding Evelyn consumes me.

"Move your pathetic asses! My daughter could outrun you blindfolded before wiping the floor with every last one of you!" Mr. Sinclair barks during morning drills.

"With respect, sir," Julian gasps, bent double with hands on knees. "She already does that."

"Every damn day," Nathaniel adds between wheezes.

"Then step up! When my girl comes home, she'll need real competition. Right now, I don't see any."

The brutal training continues until Mr. Sinclair finally dismisses us. I shower quickly before rejoining the search.

The atmosphere in my father's office crackles with tension. His gaze locks onto me the moment I enter. "What happened?"

"Sit." Father gestures to a chair while Benedict and Mr. Sinclair watch me intently. I hold his stare before complying.

"We've got a theory. Long shot, but worth pursuing." Father taps the map. "Every tracker and half our warriors are combing these sectors for Evelyn."

I nod. "What's the play?"

Benedict answers. "We suspect Victor may have taken her to the Obsidian Moon Pack."

My brow furrows. That pack was destroyed eighteen years ago when Cassian executed Lucian Blackwood and his loyalists. Survivors joined Nightshade.

"I thought that pack was wiped out?"

Mr. Sinclair's eyes burn into me. "It was. But if Victor's claiming to be Alpha now, he needs two things: a pack..."

"And a Luna," I finish. Dorian surges forward. "He'll never keep her. She's mine!"

Mr. Sinclair wheels on me. "We're getting her back. He may not realize she's still underage. That's our advantage."