Leo bolted out of the building, his heart pounding with every frantic step he took.
The morning air was crisp, but he barely noticed as his eyes scanned the surroundings in desperation. His chest tightened when he saw the wolves gathered near their usual resting spot—but Fiona was nowhere in sight.
His pulse quickened. He turned sharply, eyes darting across every shadowed corner, every ruined structure surrounding their home.
"Fiona!" he called out, his voice hoarse with urgency.
Nothing.
Not even a distant howl or any familiar sound from her.
A cold dread settled in his stomach.
He focused his skill, [Predator's Instincts], his senses sharpening as he reached out with everything he had, sensing the area covered by the skill, but....
Nothing.
"She's out of the skill's range. Where could she had possibly gone?"