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Blake’s POV The day had barely ticked by since she vanished, yet the hours dragged on like a never-ending symphony of longing. Thoughts of her consumed my mind, an ache in my chest that threatened to shatter my very being. Each passing moment without her was a relentless onslaught of pain, a tempest of emotions that clawed at the walls of my sanity. But I refused to surrender to the void. I was determined to find her, to pull her back from whatever abyss had swallowed her. My patience frayed as I faced the man before me, my voice a sharp blade cutting through the air as I demanded answers. His response held a glimmer of promise, a fragile thread of hope that I dared not grasp too tightly. Certainty was what I needed, a rock-solid assurance that I wasn’t being led astray. My wolf prowled