[Margaret's Perspective]
The night seemed devoid of both moon and starlight, leaving the street visible only by the dim street lights.
I gave Mark a vigilant look, gestured forward with the gun in my hand, and the Lycans surrounding me were highly tense, missing nothing.
The overturned black vehicle ahead was Louis's, the majority of its body completely wrecked, with scattered debris and harsh brake marks on the ground!
We approached cautiously and found no bodies or bloodstains.
This breathed a slight sigh of relief, perhaps proving that none of Louis Brand's party were injured. The attackers had come and gone without a trace, even capable of blocking satellite surveillance—they were clearly no amateurs.
"Spread out and search, report back to me immediately if you find any clues," I ordered.
The Lycans nodded, spreading out a bit with their guns, while Mark and a few others stayed close by my side.
I had no objections to this, aware of my own importance at the moment.
