Leon's POV
I sat in the dark of my study, the only light coming from the glowing embers in the fireplace. The smell of expensive bourbon and stale grief hung heavy in the air. For a week, we had lived in a waking nightmare.
The woman standing across from me was the sixth seer we had brought to the mansion. We had flown her in from the northern mountains—a woman rumored to see things even the Moon Goddess tried to hide. I didn't care about the cost. I didn't care about the laws of the pack. I just wanted one of them to tell me a different story.
"Tell me again," I pleaded, my voice sounding like broken glass. "Look deeper."
The Seer, a blind woman with silver hair, shook her head slowly. Her milky eyes were fixed on a spot somewhere behind me. "Alpha, I have walked through the shadows of the spirit realm for hours. I have searched for the golden thread of the girl you call Scarlett."
She paused, and the silence felt like a physical weight pressing on my chest.
