I looked up, scanning again, and cursed under my breath. I’d lost sight of her.
*Alan, Aaron—where’s Amber?* I demanded through the mindlink, panic clawing at my thoughts.
*She’s near the northern edge, taking down a rogue. We’re closing in,* Alan replied, but there was tension in his voice.
Something wasn’t adding up. The rogues were organized—too organized. Their movements were coordinated, their attacks purposeful. This wasn’t a random attack; it was planned.
I felt a sickening twist in my gut as I remembered our father’s absence. *Where the hell is Dad?* I mindlinked my brothers, my unease growing.
*I don’t know,* Alan replied, his tone sharp. *But he should be here.*
Aaron joined in, his frustration evident. *This isn’t like him. Something’s wrong.*
I reached out
