Page 54 of Hunted By the Wolves
The sight inside hit like a blow to the chest.
Blood on the tile.Not a pool, but enough to matter.Smears near the edge of the tub.Drops leading toward the sink, as if someone had stumbled—or been dragged—backward.
And on the mirror, written in blood with a shaking hand, the message stared back at them.
Help me.
Please.
Wyatt swore softly.
Jackson went utterly still, shoulders rising as he drew in a breath that trembled with barely contained rage.
Caleb stared at the words, something cold and absolute settling into his bones.
“She knew,” he said finally.“She knew to leave a message.”
“She hoped someone would come,” Jackson added.
Caleb nodded once.“And she was right.”
The lion inside him roared.
This wasn’t a random grab.This wasn’t collateral damage.
This was calculated.
Sienna Maddox had been taken.
And whoever had done it had wanted her scared, isolated, and silent.
Caleb lifted his hand and pressed his fingers to the glass, right beside the message.The mirror was cracked beneath the writing, fractured in a spiderweb pattern that spoke of impact—someone slammed hard enough to shatter it.
His jaw tightened.
“She fought,” Wyatt said, voice rough.
“Of course she did,” Caleb replied.
They stood there for a moment longer, the weight of it settling over them.The quiet was thick, broken only by the distant hum of traffic far below.
Caleb straightened slowly.
“This changes things,” he said.
Jackson let out a humorless laugh.“You think?”
“She’s human,” Caleb said.“High profile.Smart.And now she’s vanished right after poking at the edges of our world.”
Wyatt’s eyes burned.“Then we find her.”
Caleb turned, meeting each of their gazes in turn.He felt it settle between them—the unspoken agreement, the shift from investigation to hunt.
“We find her,” he said firmly.“And we burn down anyone who thought this was a good idea.”
Jackson nodded once.Wyatt bared his teeth in something that wasn’t quite a smile.
Caleb pulled out his comm and sent a single message.
