Levi’s POV

“Mate!” My wolf roared in my mind, jolting me awake on the couch. Panic seized me. I raced from my room toward hers, my heart pounding, my wolf howling in distress. Lennox and Louis, their eyes mirroring my own terror, were already sprinting in the same direction. Their wolves had alerted them too.

I didn’t wait for them, bursting into Olivia’s room. She wasn’t there. My heart hammered as I searched the bathroom—nothing. Her scent lingered, but she was gone. I stormed back into the bedroom, attempting a mind link, but the connection failed. I gasped, trying again, but still no response.

“Guards!” Lennox yelled, his anxious voice echoing through the mansion.

“She’s not connecting,” Louis said, worried, running a hand through his hair.

Fear gripped me. My wolf’s warning was undeniable; something was terribly wrong. Olivia was in danger, but how?

About ten guards rushed in.

“Search every corner of this mansion for our wife,” Lennox ordered. “Now!”

But I didn't wait. I followed Olivia’s fading scent—out of her room, through the hallway, down the back corridors, past the garden. Her scent grew fainter and fainter, finally disappearing at the main gate.

Just disappeared.

“No,” I whispered, frozen. “No, no, no…”

Lennox and Louis reached me at the gate. The despair on their faces confirmed my fear: Olivia was gone. She wasn't in the mansion.

My heart pounded as I quickly established a mind link with the border guards.

“Who left the border recently?” I demanded.

“No one, Alpha,” one guard replied.

I growled in frustration. “Our mate is missing! She’s not in the mansion. Check every border point again. If anyone approaches, alert me immediately. Don’t let anyone through. Understood?”

“Yes, Alpha!” they replied in unison.

I closed the link and turned to Lennox, already striding away, his jaw clenched in anger.

“I’m going to the CCTV room,” he said.

Without hesitation, Louis and I followed. My heart raced, terrifying scenarios swirling in my mind. My wolf’s troubled howls amplified my fear. Something was definitely wrong.

We reached the security room, breathless. Lennox went straight to the door, his thumb scanning the lock. The light turned green, the door clicking open.

The room was filled with screens displaying different parts of the mansion. Lennox quickly sat at the main computer and began typing rapidly.

“I’m pulling up the camera in Olivia’s hallway,” he said.

The screen changed, showing the hallway outside her room. Lennox rewound the footage to a few minutes prior.

We all stared at the screen. But nothing moved.

“It’s frozen,” Louis said, confused.

“The footage isn’t playing,” I added.

Lennox’s eyes narrowed. His fingers flew across the keyboard.

“Someone paused the camera,” he said angrily.

My heart sank. “Paused it? Why would anyone do that?”

“So we wouldn’t see who took her,” Lennox growled.

He tried to restart the footage, but the screen remained stuck on the same image of the empty hallway.

As Lennox worked, my eyes drifted to another screen. Something caught my attention. A truck, driving out through the main gate just minutes ago.

“Wait,” I said, pointing. “Look at that.”

Lennox and Louis turned to the screen. The truck was familiar—the one that delivered supplies to the pack house.

But something felt wrong.

“That’s the supply truck,” Louis said.

“Yeah,” I replied, narrowing my eyes. “But why is it leaving now? It never comes at night.”

The timing was too perfect. Olivia disappeared, the cameras were paused, and now the truck was leaving in the dark?

My gut twisted.

“She might be in that truck,” I said. “Let’s go!”

We ran out of the room and toward the main gate, my heart racing, my wolf howling with rage.

The guards stood at attention.

“What truck just left?” Lennox demanded.

“The supply truck, Alpha,” one guard replied. “They said they were returning some empty crates.”

“At night?” I snapped. “Who gave them permission?”

The guards exchanged nervous glances.

“No one, Alpha,” another guard answered. “They said they were cleared by someone inside.”

Lennox growled, Louis clenched his fists.

“They took her,” I said through gritted teeth. “They used the damn truck to sneak her out.”

Without hesitation, we jumped into the nearest black SUV. I drove, Lennox and Louis beside me, slamming the doors shut.

I floored the gas pedal, the tires screeching as we sped from the pack house. My hands gripped the steering wheel, my heart pounding ferociously. My wolf clawed to break free, to run, to find her.

“Faster,” Lennox growled.

“I know,” I muttered, eyes on the road.

The truck couldn’t have gone far.

We followed the narrow road leading out of pack territory, our headlights cutting through the night. I drove as if my life depended on it—because it did. Olivia was my life.

Then, ten minutes into the drive, I saw it.

“There!” I shouted.

Up ahead, parked awkwardly, was the truck.

I slammed on the brakes. We flew out of the car and raced to the truck.

But it was empty. The back doors were wide open. No one was inside.

“No…” Louis whispered.

“They ditched it,” Lennox growled, kicking a tire. “They knew we’d follow.”

I sniffed the air, catching only a faint, fading trace of her scent.

“They transferred her to another vehicle,” I said, rage burning. “They planned this.”

Lennox’s eyes glowed, Louis looked ready to shift. Lennox pulled out his phone, his hands trembling. He dialed Gabriel’s number.

We waited in tense silence as the phone rang.

“Pick up…” Lennox muttered. “Pick up, damn it.”

Finally, the call connected.

“What?” Gabriel’s voice, annoyed and sleepy, came through the speaker.

“Where is Olivia?” Lennox barked.

A pause. “What? What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb,” Lennox growled. “Did you take her?”

Gabriel’s voice sharpened. “Take her? Are you insane? I’ve been in meetings all day. I haven’t been near your pack house.”

I watched Lennox closely. His expression shifted—not relief, but something worse. Truth. Gabriel wasn’t lying.

“She’s gone,” I said, loud enough for Gabriel to hear.

“What do you mean gone?” Gabriel’s tone turned worried. “What happened?”

“She was taken,” Louis said tightly. “From her room. Someone used a supply truck to sneak her out. The truck’s been ditched, and her scent is almost gone.”

Gabriel cursed. “I swear on the Moon Goddess, I had nothing to do with this.”

Lennox sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He sensed Gabriel’s innocence.

“Fuck!” he grunted, ending the call.

Standing on the dark road, our worry was palpable. Where could Olivia be? She hadn't left willingly; my wolf's distress and my own gut feeling confirmed that. Someone had taken her, and she was in grave danger. Tomorrow night was the full moon! Olivia was in serious trouble.

I turned to my brothers. “We… need to act fast,” I said, my voice tight with worry.

Lennox grunted and nodded. “Let’s go to the seer… we can’t waste any more time,” he said, and the three of us jumped back into the car.

As I drove, a mind link arrived from a border patrol. “Alpha… a helicopter… we just saw a helicopter fly past us…”

My breath hitched. I slammed on the brakes.

Lennox and Louis looked at me, sensing the shift. “What is it?” Lennox asked, tense.

I took a deep breath. “I think Olivia was taken by a helicopter. The men at the border just reported seeing one fly past,” I said.

“Shit!” Lennox and Louis grunted.

I said nothing, restarting the engine and flooring the gas pedal, the tires screeching as we sped toward the seer.