Zion's POV
She wasn't here.
My wolf form tore through the abandoned cabin like a hurricane of fury and desperation. Claws shredded wooden planks, furniture exploded into splinters, every surface bore the marks of my frantic search.
Savage growls erupted from my throat as I demolished what remained of the small space, my breath coming in harsh pants that clouded the cold air.
But Windsor wasn't here.
'Where is she?' Scarlett's voice shattered through our mental link, raw with panic.
I could sense her behind me, her human form shaking violently as she witnessed my rampage. The cabin stood empty, gutted by my claws, but devoid of what I needed most.
Yet her scent lingered everywhere, woven together with Pauline's in a tapestry that made my chest burn with hope and terror.
They had been here recently. The broken window told a story of desperate escape, glass scattered across the floor like deadly confetti.
