I paced the length of Lukas’s office, markers clutched in my white-knuckled grip, the whiteboard behind me covered in theories, locations, and question marks. A week. We had exactly one week before the second blood moon, and the Voice remained as elusive as shadow. My head throbbed with lack of sleep, with the constant presence of Sera’s whispers at the edges of my consciousness. Despite everything we’d tried, every search party, every interrogation, every threat, Sam and Sera Redwood remained hidden, their followers multiplying while we stood still.My jaw ached from clenching it, my shoulders tight with tension no amount of pacing could release. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand, frustration bubbling beneath my skin like poison.“I literally have no idea where else to look,” I said, turning to face the men who’d watched my increasingly desperate performance for the past hour. Lukas sat in his chair, posture perfectly controlled though I caught the tightness around his eyes,
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