Leandro
“Leandro! Damn it, calm down!” Eleonora shouted, while sitting on the sofa looking seriously, completely relaxed.
I stared at my little, annoying sister.
My gaze burned, my heart thundered, my entire body trembled with inner unrest.
I growled again. Deeper this time. Darker.
A sound that made everything in the room vibrate.
“WHERE IS MY MATE?!” I finally roared.
My voice tore through the room like a thunderstorm.
I grabbed the nearest chair — ripped it up and hurled it against the wall.
The wood splintered, crashed to the floor, as if I had just executed a piece of furniture.
A metal tray on the bedside table flew through the air in the next moment as well.
It hit the wall with a shrieking impact, clattered to the ground, and scattered itself into pieces across the entire room.
An empty glass still stood on the small table next to the bed. I grabbed it, threw it against the next wall without hesitation.
The sound of shattering glass sliced through the air.
Shards rained down onto the floor like a shower of sparks.
But I barely registered any of it.
I wasn’t fully here anymore.
Only this one emptiness.
This unbearable absence.
She was gone.
Elena.
My wolf was racing.
He rattled at chains I could barely hold.
Eleonora groaned, annoyed.
Slowly she stood up, crossed her arms over her chest, and demonstratively pushed one hip out, as if she were standing in the middle of a shopping mall and not in a demolished hospital room.
“For fuck’s sake, how can you behave like an angry wolf when you haven’t even activated your damn wolf yet?” she snapped at me.
Amaro sat on the sofa.
Leaning back, one leg casually crossed over the other, as if this weren’t a hospital room but a relaxed Netflix evening.
His face looked completely unfazed.
His gaze drifted slowly to me.
Without hurry. Without judgment.
Just calm.
I stared back.
No word. No movement.
My anger was still boiling under the surface, but his composure — his unbelievable calm — made me pause for a fraction of a second.
Then my gaze fell on the door.
It was open now.
Elías was there.
His gaze rested on me.
No fear. No surprise.
Just this quiet, penetrating observation.
He said nothing.
But his look spoke volumes.
And then — another growl.
It rolled deep from my chest, vibrated through my teeth, pulled through my bones.
The scent of blood, disinfectant, and panic still hung in the air.
I was naked, without control, without focus — only pure, unfiltered feeling.
I breathed heavily.
Sweat ran down my neck.
My hands trembled. Not from fear — from rage.
Eleonora snorted, as if she were slowly fed up.
Then she shook her head slightly, stepped closer, and muttered with narrowed eyes:
“Typical alpha energy. No control, just chaos.”
My gaze snapped to her.
For a moment, I was speechless.
Then I closed my eyes.
Tried to breathe.
But how are you supposed to breathe when everything inside you is screaming?
“Are you calm now?” my sister asked, as if this were some harmless temper tantrum.
“No!” I growled back immediately.
“My God, Leandro! Calm down already!” she snarled, and her eyes flashed in a golden-brown shade that was probably meant to be intimidating. It wasn’t.
“Eleonora… your wolf does not impress me right now!” I growled back, completely unimpressed.
She laughed. Actually laughed. This woman just laughed.
“We’re all going to Elena’s beach house now. And there, you will locate her, brother!” she said firmly.
I looked at her, but she kept talking without waiting for my reaction.
“I sincerely hope you or Elena or Flavia smuggled a GPS chip into someone’s clothes?”
I groaned, annoyed. “Of course I did, Eleonora! But my things are at the hotel, and my car? Is a total loss! It’s lying in the damn forest!”
“We picked everything up and brought it to Elena’s beach house,” she explained now, her tone clearly irritated.
I just stared at her wordlessly.
“While you were still sleeping peacefully — and I really mean peacefully — we managed to find everything. We tracked down your hotel room, packed it all up. And while your car was being recovered, we took care of that as well,” she added, as if all of that were nothing more than a small errand.
I just nodded briefly, turned toward the door, ready to leave.
“Uh, Leandro? Could you maybe pull yourself together for a second? I want to introduce you to Amaro and Elías,” she called after me, shaking her head while pressing a hand to her forehead.
“Hello,” I muttered grumpily to the room and simply left.
“LEANDRO!” Eleonora’s voice thundered after me.
I stopped, snorted. “I have to find Elena and Flavia! I can’t sit here drinking coffee right now, damn it, Eleonora!”
Elías chuckled softly and said dryly, “Your sense of humor seems to run in the family.”
I ignored him and kept walking.
“Where is Elena’s beach house?” I asked, now thoroughly annoyed.
Eleonora stepped beside me, sighed deeply, and simply grabbed my arm, pulling me along. “Come on.”
Amaro and Elías followed us. Silent. But I was one hundred percent sure they were talking to each other over the pack bond. That silent communication between alpha and beta — disgusting.
We walked out of the hospital. The building lay like a fortress in the forest. Everything was quiet, almost too peaceful. And then we reached a large house that looked like a damn villa.
“Allow me to introduce you: the pack house,” Eleonora said fondly. I just nodded, without comment.
We stepped inside. And immediately I felt the stares. Every single pack member who saw us stared at me as if I were madness personified.
Well… I had always been crazy.
We continued on to the elevators, stepped inside — the four of us. Tight cabin. Many unspoken thoughts.
“My God, what a month,” I muttered, running a hand over my face.
Eleonora pressed a button. The elevator began to move slowly.
Then the doors opened, and suddenly we were standing directly inside the beach house.
I blinked. “This is Elena’s beach house?” I asked, confused.
I let my gaze wander. The rooms looked like something out of a designer catalog. Everything was stylish, luxurious, tasteful. And then I saw it — an elegant spiral staircase.
I stopped, pointed at the stairs, and slowly shook my head.
“Seriously? You have a spiral staircase here?” I said, and suddenly I had to laugh.
“Yes! Crazy, right? I once had a fit and was at one-eighty, grabbed a suitcase and wanted to run away. Do you know how exhausting that was? Dragging a suitcase down those damn stairs!”
I stared at her wordlessly.
Amaro groaned in annoyance, as if the mere memory of her drama gave him a headache.
Elías, on the other hand, chuckled softly, his gaze glittering with amused curiosity.
“Why, by all the gods, do your twin sisters actually hate every staircase in this world, Leandro?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.
I slowly turned my head toward him, fixed him with a rigid stare, and said dryly:
“I trained my sisters. And they had to train with me. Fifty-kilo weight vests. Stair runs. Every damn day.”
Amaro and Elías stared at me as if I had just escaped from a military lab.
“What?” I grumbled. “Eleonora and Catalina experienced very different things in my training. The weight vests were still harmless.”
Eleonora groaned as well now — this time theatrically — and grabbed my arm.
“Come on, Commander. Down you go.”
She pulled me toward the stairs, and we went down together.
Once downstairs, I stopped for a moment.
The beach house was stylishly furnished.
Beige. Gold. Elegant. Calm. Whether wall colors, décor, or furniture — everything was harmoniously coordinated.
I frowned slightly, turned to the others.
“Elena loves gold and beige?” I asked, genuinely curious this time.
I wanted to know everything about her. Every detail. Every smallest piece.
“Uh… yes, those are her favorite colors,” Amaro said, watching me closely.
I returned his gaze, then nodded and let my eyes roam through the room.
And there — on the coffee table in the living room — they were.
My laptop. My phone. My connection to the world.
“Thank God,” I murmured, lunged forward, and snatched up the device.
I dropped into the cushions of the sofa, the fabric feeling foreign beneath my fingers.
Didn’t matter.
I opened the laptop, pressed the power button — held it down until the backlight flared up.
The screen flickered briefly, then lit up.
My heart beat faster. Not from joy. From focus.
“Come on… come on…” I muttered as my fingers glided over the touchpad.
Login. Security code. Biometric verification.
The small green light blinked, scanned my iris.
“Confirmed,” the electronic voice said, and the desktop appeared.
Someone stepped closer behind me. I felt Eleonora’s presence before she spoke.
“You think you can find her?”
I didn’t answer.
I opened the program.
“Obsidian Core Tracking?” Amaro read aloud. “That’s your system?”
I nodded curtly, clicked the icon.
A dark interface opened, blue-black, lines spreading across the screen, a soft hum emanating from the device.
“Establishing GPS connection,” the system said automatically.
I leaned forward. My fingers hovered over the keys, as if I were controlling the program with my thoughts.
“Come on. Show me where you are,” I murmured.
Digital static. Data streams.
Two blinking dots appeared on the map —
… then vanished.
“What?” I growled and clicked again.
The coordinates twitched across the screen, as if they were constantly shifting.
“Signal interference,” the voice from the laptop reported.
I slammed my flat hand against the casing.
“No, damn it! That can’t be! Those are my devices. My chips. My codes. Why can’t I find them?”
Another window popped up.
“Connection unstable. Location changing.”
I breathed through my teeth.
“They’re moving…” I murmured.
“Or someone is moving them,” Elías said quietly behind me.
I stared at the screen.
“This isn’t coincidence. No signal jumps that fast. Either they’re in motion, or someone is trying to mask them.”
My jaw tightened. My heart pounded like a battering ram against my chest.
The screen flickered.
“Connection to Flavia: interrupted. Connection to Elena: unstable.”
“No!” I roared and slammed my fist into the coffee table.
The wood vibrated, the glass on its surface rattled.
“Not. Again.,” Eleonora growled, rolling her eyes dramatically.
I ignored her.
I felt my inner wolf rear up again.
Hot. Uncontrollable.
“Come on,” I whispered hoarsely. “Come on… give me something. Anything.”
The signal flickered again. One point lit up. Briefly.
I straightened, pulled the screen closer to my face.
