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~Thorne's POV
I slammed the door behind me, the wood rattling against the frame. My hands were tight around the portrait, the edges cutting slightly into my palms. My blood was hot. My chest heaved.
Luke was waiting by the fire, arms crossed, eyes sharp. "Alpha… how did it go?" he asked carefully, but I could see the concern in his face.
I didn't answer immediately. I held the portrait up. The faint light hit her face in the painting, and I could feel my stomach twist. "It seems… she's missing," I said slowly, my voice low and harsh.
Luke's eyes widened. "Missing? What do you mean… missing? You mean… Lisa?"
I slammed the portrait onto the table. "Yes. Lisa. They… they were looking for her."
Luke stepped closer, lowering his voice. "Alpha… are you sure? I mean… did they say why she's gone? Or… who might have taken her?"
I shook my head, pacing the floor. "No one knows. That's the problem. But… she's not there."
