Chapter 96

Jaxon POV

I couldn’t breathe. Not in the way a man takes shallow gasps after running. This was worse. Like the oxygen had been sucked out of my body and left me standing in a void of silence and panic. Elvira. Brielle. Callan.

All missing.

My fingers dug into the edge of the conference table as I leaned over it, jaw locked, trying to make sense of the reports flooding in.

“We’ve scoured the east wing. No signs of forced entry, no broken windows. Nothing.” Marcus, one of the pack detectives, stood stiffly, avoiding my eyes. “We checked the garage too, Callan’s motorcycle is still gone.”

I nodded once, barely, keeping my expression tight. “What about Elvira’s phone?”

“We traced the last ping,” he said after a brief pause. “The signal bounced off a networ