Markus’s expression grew darker, his eyes clouded with the weight of what he had to share. He looked around cautiously, making sure no one else could hear before speaking to Azriel in a serious, confidential tone. “Unfortunately, we were unable to capture the woman who helped the lycans with the dark magic. We searched everywhere, combed through every inch of the base, but it was like she vanished into thin air.”
Azriel’s jaw clenched at the news. His mind immediately whirled with possibilities, none of them good. The fact that someone capable of wielding such dark magic was still out there was a grave concern. He nodded grimly, his face lined with concern.
"We'll find her," Azriel said firmly, his voice low and dangerous. "We won’t make the same mistake your father made. We can’t slow
