D O M I N I C
Two days.
It's been two days of no sleep, relentless searching, and growing dread. Jonathan Sandler’s threats echoed in my mind, a ticking clock counting down to a catastrophe. The pack was exhausted, morale was fraying, and the human authorities were sniffing around the mainland, waiting for their excuse to descend upon us.
I stood in my office, staring at a large map of the island, dotted with red pins marking where we'd already searched. It was almost completely covered. The only places left were treacherous sea caves along the northern cliffs and the dense, unnerving woods on the eastern side, places no one in their right mind would wander drunk at night.
Giovanni entered, looking as weary as I felt. He held a small evidence bag in his hand.
"Anything?" I asked, my v
