The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the Lycan Kingdom, but the beauty of the late afternoon felt distant and hollow. Anxiety wrapped itself around the entire pack like a suffocating fog, thick and oppressive. A sense of unease had been building throughout the day, but it wasn't until Emma came rushing into the great hall, eyes wild and breathless, that everything fell apart.

"Sophia! Graham!" she gasped, her voice barely containing the panic bubbling beneath the surface. "Isabell... she's gone."

Her words hit like a hammer to the chest, and for a moment, the world around me slowed. My vision tunneled as I tried...