Damien's POV
It had been four long days since Leslie had vanished, and each moment felt like an eternity. I hadn't slept a wink, my mind racing with thoughts of her. The last time I had seen her, she was vibrant, her eyes sparkling with that infectious energy that made my heart race. Now, all I felt was a void—a heavy weight pressing down on my chest, suffocating me with each passing hour.
Fenrir, the ancient wolf who had agreed to help me, paced beside me, his golden eyes sharp and penetrating. I could feel his presence—strong, steady, and unwavering. "We will find her, Damien," he growled, his voice a deep rumble in my mind. "Trust in the bond you share. It is stronger than any magic that dares to keep you apart."
