"We're getting closer," Damien growled, his nose twitching as he caught the faintest trace of Seraphina's scent. "I can smell her."

Elara's heart hammered in her chest, a potent cocktail of fear and fury coursing through her veins. "Hold on, Sera," she murmured under her breath. "We're coming."

As they broke through the tree line, a chilling sight materialized before them. A massive rogue, his muscles rippling beneath his mangy pelt, held Seraphina in his crushing grip. Her once vibrant fur was matted with blood, her eyes glazed with pain and defiance.

"Let her go," Elara snarled, her hackles raised as she took an aggressive step forward.

The rogue's lips...