Chapter 127

Dante Thorne sat across from me in my study, his expression as unreadable as ever. He was good at that—keeping things locked down, steady. The perfect lead warrior. But I knew him well enough to see the slight tension in his shoulders, the sharpness in his gaze as he handed the surveillance reports over to me. “We’ve had warriors posted around every possible route out of the territory,” he said, his voice level. “So far, nothing. No rogue activity, no new leads.” I exhaled sharply. I’d been hearing the same thing for days. Dead ends, silence, nothing. Isabel - and our pup - were still missing, and I was beginning to get frustrated with the search.