CIAN
The perimeter was locked down tight within minutes.
I stood at the front gate, watching my wolves spread out in practiced formations that we had drilled a thousand times. They moved silently and efficiently through the grounds, cutting off every exit, every window, every crack in the walls where a rat like Valentine might try to slip through. The house loomed ahead of me, all stone and dark windows, looking exactly like the kind of place where someone would drag my mate to hurt her.
My wolf paced beneath my skin, restless and violent, begging me to tear through that front door and find her. The bond pulled at me, tugging me forward with an urgency that made my teeth ache.
But I forced myself to wait. To plan. To think like an Alpha instead of a frantic mate.
Garrett appeared at my side, his eyes already shifted to wolf gold as he scanned the upper floors. He carried the same tension I felt, coiled and ready to spring.
