**~ Cyrius POV (Continued) ~**
But even though I wanted to search for them… where would I even begin?
I had no idea where Dahlia could be. I didn't know her movements, her hiding places, or even who she trusted. The only place I'd ever seen her was the one I'd just come from…the cave where she found me, where I had been daggered and locked away for years in that damned coffin.
She came with a wolf that night. A male.
I didn't get a good look at him then, the pain had blurred my vision, but something about his scent felt familiar. Sharp. Old. Like the forest. I'd smelled that before. Maybe he was an elder from my own pack… or a traitor from another. But even that was just speculation.
The truth is…I was grasping at straws.
Where the hell was I supposed to look for a centuries-old witch who vanished like mist and spoke in riddles?
