**Declan's POV**
I sat in the cold, metal chair, my wrists shackled to the arms. The tent around me felt like a prison, it was a prison. My mind was racing like crazy. Something was wrong with Elena. I could feel her fear, her desperation. It was like a knife twisting in my gut.
"Elena," I whispered, trying to open a mind link. I focused all my energy on reaching her, picturing her face, her voice. But there was nothing. Just a void. It was as if someone had built a wall between us, blocking her from me.
"Damn it," I growled, my frustration boiling over. I pulled at the chains, the metal cutting into my wrists. I needed to get to her. She was out there, scared and alone, and I couldn't do a thing about it. The agents weren’t doing a good job sipping information. They were iron tight. I
