Fenrir's howl split the air, filled with fury and disbelief that slammed into me like a physical force. Midnight's rage surged just as fiercely, feeding into the chaos and bloodshed around us.
"How is it possible?" Alaric replied through the mindlink.
"I don't know," I replied.
"We should have a small search party to look for her," Theo said, already mindlinking a small group of warriors to look after her.
"I think she had been taken, I can't feel her here," I said with pain and fear lacing my voice.
"Damon, we will find her." Alaric tried to assure me.
But we both knew that wasn't working.
Beowulf snarled inside my head, bloodlust and desperation warring for control, his voice sharp and relentless. "Find her. Kill them all, they are all trying to stop us."
