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Alpha Damien, Louis, and Alfred moved swiftly through the mansion, accompanied by a small group of security guards. Their destination was the surveillance workstation, located in the heart of the pack's community. It was a central hub, where every corner of their territory was monitored. In times like these, it was their greatest asset.

When they reached the surveillance station, the workers inside quickly rose from their seats, on seeing their alpha. Damien wasted no time with pleasantries.

“We need all footage from the café where Kayla was last seen,” Alpha Damien ordered, his tone sharp and commanding. “Start with today, then move backward. We’re looking for a woman, with dark hair and a long coat. Abigail said she was near the restroom before Kayla disappeared.”

The workers nodded, their fingers flying over the keyboards as they brought up the requested footage. The room was tense as the video feeds flickered across the screens.

Alpha Damien leaned forward, his eyes scanning the i