Alpha Nero
“It’s Aeron’s, and it looks like he tore it off. Whoever took him was here.”
Nero’s eyes darken, and I can see the fury simmering just below the surface. “Good. That means we’re on the right track. I couldn’t get through to him over the mind link, either. Have either of you tried?”
I nod, slipping the fabric back into my pocket. “Radio silence, which means witchcraft or wolfsbane; neither are fucking good options. What about you? You find anything?”
“Nothing concrete,” Nero says, crossing his arms. “But I’ve got a bad feeling about this, Osiris. Something’s not adding up.”
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