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~Harper~ I stood frozen in place, my gaze fixed on Adrian. Inside, I struggled against Riley's insistence that I rush to him. The grip on my emotions was unyielding, and in that moment, my thoughts were consumed by him alone. After uttering the word 'mate,' his eyes seemed to regain some composure as if he were trying to downplay it. Jacob, oblivious or perhaps pretending to be, asked, pulling me closer to him, "What's wrong?" I couldn't believe Jacob's apparent ignorance. Hadn't he heard Adrian's words, or were they meant for my ears alone? I turned to Jacob, feeling a bit bewildered, and he wore a puzzled expression. "You look like you've seen a ghost," he remarked with a smile. I turned my gaze back to Adrian, who averted his eyes. Did he feel ashamed? "I..." I managed to stammer, but Adrian interjected swiftly, his voice carrying a hint of strain and vulnerability. There was a pain in him that resonated with my own. "There's a storm approaching, Jacob. We should move," he said
~Justin~ A year and two months had elapsed, and our investigation had made little progress. It felt like we were trapped in a state of inertia while the criminals either bided their time or plotted something on a grand scale that could overwhelm us when it eventually unfolded. I was at a loss for what to do, yet I clung to a glimmer of hope. Our team had managed to unearth some clues thus far, and I held onto the belief that more pieces of the puzzle would gradually fall into place. Even though we seldom mentioned the Maguires anymore, I couldn't shake my concern and sorrow over our inability to rescue Sophia. The absence of any communication or ransom demands from the criminals left an ominous void. Deep down, we all understood that there was a possibility they had already taken drastic measures. The stagnation we faced made the idea of packing up and leaving Grizlo tempting, lurking in the recesses of my mind. I hadn't signed up to be an Alpha, but given the circumstances, it app
~Justin~ Morning arrived, and I practically sprang out of bed, brimming with eagerness to start the day. It was the long-awaited day for the shipment to arrive, and my excitement was palpable; I couldn't wait any longer. After my morning workout, I got dressed and made my way to the breakfast lounge in the house. Caspian and Charlotte were already there, appearing quite cosy together. They were practically living like a couple. "Took you long enough," Charlotte quipped as she poured herself a cup of tea. I grabbed a muffin and settled into a chair at the table. A mischievous glint sparkled in Charlotte's eyes as she arched an eyebrow at me. "Aren't you going to inquire about your guest?" she prodded, and Caspian chuckled. Apparently, something had transpired last night that I wasn't privy to. "So, what about her?" I inquired, looking to Charlotte for an explanation. She took a sip of her tea, wearing a sly smile. There was something different about both of them, and I had yet to
~Liam~ I found myself seated in Justin's office, my patience tested as I awaited my cousin's call, hoping to hear that his mission on Cain Island had been accomplished without a hitch. I'd be dishonest if I claimed not to harbour some worry. It wasn't a lack of faith in Justin's competence that concerned me; rather, it was the nagging fear that perhaps we had underestimated our adversaries. To be truthful, receiving news of the shipment was a welcome relief after enduring several months of frustrating stagnation. If it weren't for Sophia and the magnitude of what was at stake, I would have decided to head to Gad with Josephine. Ever since I confided in Lord Alexei, he had been a steadfast supporter of our relationship, and with Josephine's eighteenth birthday just two weeks away, my nerves were on edge. I couldn't help but wonder how she would react when she discovered the truth. I had absolute faith that she would embrace our bond, yet my anxiety lingered, for I knew that our rel
~Justin~ After we exited the warehouse, we swiftly made our way to where we had parked our car. Sophia felt incredibly light in my arms, a stark reminder of the unhealthy weight she had been reduced to. How could she have a healthy weight when they had been starving her? No one should ever endure such dehumanising treatment. Anger coursed through me. Throughout our mission, I had often maintained a passive demeanour, but not tonight. Tonight, I was seething with anger. She had been abducted at the age of sixteen, and only the goddess knew the horrors she had endured for nearly two years. I had my doubts about whether we could fully mend her, but I took solace in the fact that she was still alive. Hopefully, we could bring her some measure of justice. I gently settled her into the back seat alongside Charlotte while Caspian took the driver's seat. The car ride was marked by a heavy silence, with my constant glances backwards to check on Sophia. Charlotte had removed her prosthetic
~Justin~ We stepped out of Sophia's room momentarily, allowing Zaya to share her findings with us in the hallway so as not to disturb Sophia's peaceful sleep. I walked out with a sense of reluctance, anxious to hear Zaya's assessment. I needed to know the extent of the situation before calling Liam and my father to provide them with an update. "How is she?" I inquired impatiently, cutting straight to the chase. I needed a clear understanding of Sophia's condition. Zaya began her report, "She was severely starved, but her wolf is stable, and she should recover. I noticed numerous scars on her skin, which suggests she might have been flailed while in silver chains. The wounds didn't heal properly with the assistance of her wolf, which must have been an excruciatingly painful experience. I feared she might have suffered other forms of abuse, but I found no evidence of physical trauma. It appears that whoever mistreated her refrained from physical violence in that regard. However, we ca
~Liam~A searing pain gripped me, though I couldn't discern if it originated in my head or heart; it simply hurt terribly. Moments ago, Josephine and I had been sharing laughter and conversation in Justin's office, but now, the news Justin had delivered had left me in agonising torment.While I should have felt happiness, I couldn't help but envision the nightmarish experiences Sophia must have endured for nearly two years. Despite the relief that she was still alive, I couldn't help but wonder how much of her remained intact.Then, abruptly, the line went silent, and the phone slipped from my grasp. My vision blurred, and I recognised the impending storm of emotion, but I surrendered to it. I allowed the tears to flow, hoping that each drop would gradually release the tight knot constricting my chest.For a while, Sophia's trail had grown cold, and there were unspoken murmurs that she might have met an unfortunate fate. Although nobody mustered the courage to verbalise their suspicio
~Justin~The night watch duty proved challenging, especially given my lack of sleep and overall exhaustion. Two hours of rest was far from sufficient, and my body was vehemently protesting against it. It was three in the morning, and I had unintentionally dozed off several times, roused only by the subtle sound of the nurse entering the room to attend to Sophia. I had made it a point not to allow the nurse to linger in the room with me, ensuring that I would hear whenever she came in to check on Sophia. Sophia lay in her bed, fast asleep, her appearance strikingly fragile. My gaze shifted to the nearly depleted yellow drip she was receiving. The urgency to find the nurse welled up within me, but fortunately, she appeared at that very moment. It seemed she had accurately timed her visits to the patient's needs, arriving precisely when necessary. "Are there more?" I inquired of the woman, observing her as she sifted through a bag that resembled a black plastic cooler, although it lack