*~ Cayden's POV~*
We had searched every damn nook and cranny of New Orleans. Every alley, tunnel, ruin, and ridge. But still no sign of Hazel. No trace of my wife. No whisper of my babies.
The wolves stationed at the border swore they hadn't seen Cyrius cross. And I believed them..if only because I had given the command myself: Lock the borders the moment we realized they were missing.
So where the hell were they?
It's not that easy to vanish. Not with three people and two newborns. And not that fast. Even if Cyrius was reckless enough to attempt it.
I sat high on a jagged rock, overlooking the edge of the camp as my men rested and caught their breath. The air smelled like sweat, smoke, and silent worry. Everyone was tired, including me.
But I couldn't stop. My mate was out there my children and every wasted second felt like a betrayal.
Then Aurora approached. Her steps were slow, deliberate, eyes scanning the horizon before settling on me.
