“There’s no trace of the driver?”
“Nothing. Like he never existed,” Mira said.
Damian’s face hardened. “Find something. A fingerprint, a shadow, a
fucking footprint–I don’t care. Just find it.”
Selene stirred.
Her eyes fluttered open slowly, and the blinding white light above
made her squint. Her head throbbed. Every inch of her body ached
like she had run through fire.
She tried to sit up–but couldn’t. Her arms were strapped. So were her
legs. Cold steel cuffs bit into her skin.
Her heart stuttered in her chest.
Where am I?
The walls were pure white. No windows. No doors in sight. Just a
blinking red light from a camera overhead, quietly watching her like a
predator.
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“Damian?” she called out instinctively. Her voice cracked.
Silence.
Only the low hum of machines answered her.
She tugged at the cuffs, her panic growing. “Hello? Someone? What is
this?!”
Still, nothing. No response. No footsteps. No threats.
Just… silence.
But someone was watching. She could feel it in her bones.
Her eyes scanned every inch of the room. One camera in each corner.
One light fixture. A panel on the far side of the room that looked like
it could slide open. Maybe a door? She couldn’t tell.
Her instincts were screaming.
She wasn’t just captured. She was being studied.
Back in the war room, Mira and Damian sat surrounded by high-
ranking pack warriors and tech experts. The mansion had turned into
a military base overnight.
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“Whoever took her,” Mira said, “they didn’t do this on a whim. This
was planned for weeks, maybe months.”
“I want to know who they are, what they want, and how fast I can kill
them,” Damian growled.
Mira crossed her arms. “I’m running facial recognition across every
angle we have, but the masks were clean. No slip–ups. Not even a
reflection.”
Damian walked to the map projection on the wall and tapped a
location just outside the city. “The last signal we had was from here.
If I were hiding something–or someone–I’d go underground. Sewers.
Abandoned labs. Industrial tunnels. Check them all.”
“On it,” a beta responded, already typing.
Selene’s fingers twitched as she tugged gently at the cuffs again. She
wasn’t stupid—she knew brute strength wouldn’t help her now. But
she was gathering information. Feeling the limits. Counting the
minutes.
They wanted her afraid.
She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.
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The mansion grew darker as the evening settled in. Outside, warriors
patrolled in organized shifts. Inside, tension hung like storm clouds
over everyone.
Damian stood at his balcony, shirt off, staring into the horizon with
eyes like fire.
“She was right in front of me,” he murmured.
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Mira approached, a fresh file in hand. “No leads on the driver yet.”
“Keep digging,” he replied without looking back.
“She’ll fight,” Mira said. “You trained her well.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” His tone was hollow.
Just then, Damian’s phone–now replaced with another–buzzed on
the table.
A private number.
He didn’t hesitate.
He answered, pressing the phone to his ear. “Talk.”
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