Damien's POV:
The words from Lewis hung in the air, their weight settling over me like a dark, suffocating cloud. My twins. My children were out there, vulnerable, caught in Leah's trap. Midnight surged within me, the darkness flaring up in a way that even I struggled to contain.
"Where are they now?" I demanded, my voice a low growl that vibrated through the bond.
"They're near the eastern woods, where the scent trail went cold. Leslie, Fenrir, and Martin are covering ground, but it's... tricky. Leah's forces left markers, faint signs to throw them off." Lewis's voice was tense, but his tone softened as he continued. "Damien... we'll find them, but you're the only one who can close this gap."
