"Here's her scent. Spread out and make sure you find her," Damian commanded, holding up one of Evelina's worn dresses.
The fabric hung loosely in his hands, but the reason for it was clear to the group of warriors before him. Their focused, watchful eyes showed that they understood the situation's urgency.
The werewolves stepped forward, taking turns sniffing the garment, their heightened senses absorbing the faint traces of Evelina's scent.
Without hesitation, they split into groups and dashed off into the woods surrounding the palace grounds, moving swiftly like predators.
Damian's jaw tightened as he watched them disappear into the distance. His silver eyes were filled with determination, and his fists clenched at his sides.
Behind him, King Lucian approached, his voice carrying an edge of disapproval. "Damian, what do you think you're doing? Pulling warriors from their posts in the middle of the day? What if the kingdom comes under attack?"
