Chapter 167

• Alpha Dominic's P.O.V.
• As I stood in the empty cell, the only remnants of Katarina’s presence were the faint traces of her scent, slowly fading with each passing second. The emptiness echoed around me, amplifying the growing void in my chest. My voice, strong and steady, betrayed none of the turmoil churning within. "She's gone," I declared, though the words felt like shards of glass slicing through my resolve.
• My Beta's voice cut through the fog of my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. "They can't have gotten far. Her scent is still fresh." His observation brought a glimmer of hope, one I clung to desperately.