Aidan.
"Who could have actually done this?"
The words left my mouth in a low, strained tone, but inside, my thoughts were far louder, more chaotic. My mind kept circling the same impossible question, refusing to settle on any reasonable answer. Who would dare? Who had the audacity to step into Noah's territory, into a pack as fortified as ours, and take something as valuable as the bride?
Noah had been foolish—utterly foolish. Lowering the pack's security just because he was preparing for a wedding. A wedding. Of all things. Sentiment had blinded him, and now the consequence was staring us all in the face like an open wound. The bride had been stolen. Taken right from under our noses.
And now… we were left with nothing but confusion and rising tension.
"How do we find her now?" Davian asked, his voice cutting through the thick silence that followed my words.
