Semua Bab The Reign Of The Last White Wolf: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Zayden’s POV The walk to the dungeon was quiet, but the moment we reached the building, Corbin stopped at the entrance and looked back at us. “I want to handle this part.” I looked at the printed picture in his hand and understood immediately. He wanted to see what they would say without five people standing over them. Raiden gave him a nod. “Fine.” Corbin disappeared down the hallway toward the room where the two triplets were being held, while the rest of us headed to the security room. Kael moved straight toward the monitors. “Give me the camera in their room.” The warrior pulled up the feed, and a moment later, the screen showed Corbin entering the room. Ryker folded his arms across his chest as he watched. Raiden stood beside me, his eyes fixed on the monitor. I leaned against the edge of the desk, watching Corbin walk toward the two triplets. They were both still chained to the wall, each chain short enough to let them reach their own bed and that was it. One of them lo

Traci’s POV Ryker had been back less than an hour, and somehow the answers he’d brought home had only left us with more questions. The evidence from the cave lay spread across the table. Photographs. Maps. A few personal belongings. Everything had been carefully gathered before the cave was destroyed, yet none of it answered the question that mattered most. “Do you think he was even there?” Roman asked, his attention fixed on the stuff that was scattered across the tabletop. Corbin folded his arms across his chest as he studied one of the pictures Ryker had taken inside the cave. “If Wyatt was inside when the charges went off, there isn’t enough left of him to identify.” “And if he wasn’t?” Ronan asked. “Then he’s still out there.” Corbin shrugged his shoulders. I picked up one of the pictures Ryker had taken before leaving the cave. It showed the room where the walls had been covered with pictures of me. Even though I’d only glanced at them before, seeing them frozen in a ph

Zayden’s POV The private jet touched down just as the first light of morning broke across the horizon. The landing gear bounced once before settling against the uneven field Kael had spotted on the satellite images. By the time the engines shut down, every second that had passed since Sarah was bitten weighed heavier on my shoulders. Forty-eight hours. That number refused to leave my mind. The cabin door opened, and the damp morning air rolled inside. I stepped out first, my boots sinking slightly into the soft ground. The field stretched out in every direction, bordered by towering trees draped with hanging moss. Beyond them, a blanket of fog rested over the wetlands, so thick it swallowed everything more than a few yards inside. Nothing about this place felt welcoming. It was quiet. The air smelled of stagnant water, and decaying vegetation. Even the breeze seemed reluctant to move through the trees. The fog drifted lazily across the surface of the marsh, twisting around broken

Traci’s POV The room had never felt this heavy. Nobody was talking about plans anymore. Nobody was trying to figure out another way to save Sarah. We’d exhausted every option we had. Zayden and the others had searched until there was nothing left to search. Raiden had pushed his men until they physically couldn’t go any farther. And they had still come home empty-handed. Sarah lay exactly where she’d been for days, looking as peaceful as if she were simply taking a nap. I wished that were true. I sat beside her bed, gently holding her hand between both of mine. It was still warm. That somehow made this even harder. Around the room, everyone had settled into their own quiet corner. Raiden sat in a chair with his elbows resting on his knees. His head hung low, his hands clasped together as he stared at the floor. The fight had finally left him. Zayden leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. His eyes never left Sarah, but I knew his mind was still searching f

Maddox’s POV The compound had finally grown quiet. Most people mistook silence for peace. I never had. Silence was where plans were made. Silence was where kingdoms fell. I walked through the concrete hall with my hands clasped behind my back, the overhead lights casting long shadows across the floor. Guards nodded as I passed, but I barely acknowledged them. They knew better than to interrupt me when I was thinking. Jordan’s face flashed through my mind. I stopped for only a second. The pain was still there. It always would be. Ralph had taken something from me that could never be replaced. Now… It was my turn. I continued down the hallway until I reached the last reinforced steel door. One of the guards stepped forward. “Sir.” He unlocked the door. The heavy metal groaned as it swung open. Mary sat on the edge of a narrow cot, staring at the floor. She didn’t even look up when I entered. Good. She’d finally stopped wasting her energy glaring at me. I stepped inside, and the g