Chapter Eighteen

The air in Declan and Aiden's office felt thick with tension, the growl of their wolves echoing through the space. Declan paced the polished hardwood floors, his sandy hair falling into eyes narrowed with fury. Aiden, ever the more restrained of the twins, stood rigidly by the window, his powerful frame casting an imposing shadow.

"Ryder will have taken her somewhere remote," Ethan's measured voice cut through the charged silence. "Somewhere no one else could catch her scent." The experienced tracker's brow furrowed, the weight of his words settling over the room.

Aria shifted uncomfortably in her chair, her delicate features pinched with worry. Beside her, Lily's fingers drummed a nervous rhythm on the armrest, her amber eyes flickering between the brothers.

Declan's jaw tightened, the muscle there flexing as he struggled to contain the wolf within. "No man's land," he growled, the sound rumbling low in his chest. Aiden's answering snarl reverberated through the space, his icy blu