“Alma,” Evyn bites out once they return to the old building. The werebird sits, a little dazed, on the rough ground, her legs folded harshly under her.
“Where’s Eliana,” Jasper rumbles, stepping into the structure and quickly glancing around.
“She,” Alma pauses, her eyes glistening.
“What is it,” he barks, fear tightening around his heart.
“Jasper,” Evyn snaps, a snarl forming across his features as he helps the girl stand.
“They took her,” Alma sobs falling into Evyn’s embrace.
Jasper’s entire body begins to tremble. He steps up in front of the Boquiv, “Who did?”
“Climont,” she whispers.
He pivots around and sprints down the road.
“Jasper, wait,” Evyn shouts after him. “You don’t know where they are.”
“I will not stand around and let them do what they wish to her,” he growls, his gaze tinged with the crimson of his rage.
“He is correct,” Olisnia states, walking around the side of the building. “You do not know where to look.”