Chapter 6: I Will Burn the World Just to Find Her

Damian POV:

In my room I stare in disbelieve and admiration. I still couldn't believe that a mare human could dump me after a night of passtion. My lips curved up as I said.

“You want to run from me, little human? That is not possible, nobody runs from me. You are mine from now on.”

I said it like a promise and also a warning. The words tasted like iron.

I pushed off the bed. Anger coiled through my muscles. I moved to the window and looked down. The street pulsed with morning traffic. Her scent should have been loud as a bell by now. But for some reason It wasn’t. I couldn't smell a thing.

“Where are you?” I said in a low voice. I was talking to the empty air. I suddenly felt a weakness.

My wolf was hungry and thirsty. A hunger that made my teeth itch. He wanted blood. He wanted scent. And most of all he wanted her.

I knew I had to find her or I will go crazy,so I quickly dressed. I dressed in leather jacket, dark jeans and boots. No tie. No patience. I didn’t look at the bed again. I couldn't let memory slow me. Memory was a trap.

Outside, the city blurred. I walked fast, each step a drumbeat. I kept my head down and my nose open. My senses stretched for her, for that little thread of human sweetness. The trail was a lie. It vanished like smoke.

“Damn it.” I spat. “Who runs and erases herself?”

I called my secretary while sliding into the car. “send me the bar footage from last night now. All angles and every exit cams, pull them up and bring it to me.” I said with authority.

“On it, sir,” came the calm reply. Calm like a rope cutting skin.

The car ate up the road. My hands were fists in my lap. Every red light was a slap. I wanted to leap out and rip doors from their hinges.

The office smelled of coffee and fear. People looked up when I slammed the door. They read the hunt in my face and shuffled into motion.

The secretary already had the monitors ready.

“Play it,” I said.

The screen flickered. Last night event coming into live. The video showed me,Drinking with a Glass. And how she laughed. The arm that brushed mine. The camera at the exit caught her coat in hand, heels in one hand, quick glance over her shoulder. She stepped out.

The sidewalk in the next frame was empty.

I hit rewind. Frame by frame. My jaw hurt from clenching. She existed. But She left. The world ate her, even the camera was not showing her full face.

“Rewind again,” I snapped. “Zoom. All cameras on that corner.”

The feeds rolled. I watched her across different angles until my eyes burned. Every feed showed the same thing. Her leaving and then nothing. No taxi. No shadow. No second person. Just a slice of sidewalk that swallowed her like a bad dream.

Fk, “Check street cams up to two blocks away,” I ordered. “ also Taxi logs. Parking cams. CCTV from the bakery, the bank, just fuing check everything.”

“Yes, sir.” Fingers flew. Voices were small. They moved fast. But to me it's was not fast enough.

My wolf paced in my chest. “You want to run from me?” I murmured to the empty space in my head “You will not run.”

“Sir,” one of my men came to me. He said with a tight voice. “there was interference on the public feeds. Signal dropouts around that time.”

“Interference?” I repeated. Sounded thin. Dangerous. Convenient.

“Pull the plates from any taxi that passed through in the thirty minutes after she left,” I said. “Find anything that moved close to her frame. Question every demm driver.”

I barked and they obeyed. They always obeyed.

I walked into the office like a predator, the room shrinking until the monitors were my world.

I watched empty sidewalk after empty sidewalk like a furious man at prayer. My wolf snarled. The room hummed. Phones rang. People spoke in clipped commands and names. I answered with orders. I gave them teeth.

“My scent,” I said to the screens, to the men, to whoever would listen“my scent is not erased. Something masked it. Something took it.”

“Something?” the secretary whispered. His eyes slid to me like he expected an animal to spring.

“Yes. Something.” My voice was ice. “Find it.”

They dove into search. Every second they lost was a second my wolf grew louder. He bared his teeth at the world. He wanted the chase. He wanted the hunt.

“Bring me everything,” I said. “Every camera. Every taxi. Every witness. I want the second she stepped off that pavement. I want the moment the world tried to hide her from me.”

They worked. They moved like men who feared the shape of my patience. I stood there and let the madness edge closer. It tasted like victory.

And beneath the hum of screens and the click of keyboards, something else hummed—a buried, thin connection that pulsed once and then went dead. I felt it in my bones. I felt her, a thread snapped.

My hands curled until the knuckles whitened.

“Break this silence,” I whispered. “Bring her back to me.”

No one answered. They knew better than to promise. They only hunted.

Outside, somewhere, a taxi cut a corner. A woman stepped through a crowd.

I said to myself, shadow moved where it shouldn’t. And I promised myself, soft as a prayer but sharp as a blade. That I would tear the city open if I had to. I would follow scent or superstition. I would follow madness if that what it's takes to get what belongs to me.

Because no one ran from me and lived. Not anymore.

Aria's POV.

I just got down from the texi when I heard the voice of the man that broke my heart, in fact he scattered it completely.

“Aria, wait, please.”

I froze at the sound of Ethan’s voice. What the hell is he doing here?, I asked myself. My stomach turned, and I kept walking, but then he made the mistake of letting his hand touch me.

“Don’t you dare touch me, Ethan,” I snapped, yanking free.

He looked like the mess he is, dark circles under his eyes, hair uncombed. “I made a mistake. Lily means nothing, you mean everything. You’re the only one I truly love.”

I laughed bitterly. “Love? You call screwing my best friend love?”

“She kissed me first, it wasn’t what it looked like” he said like he meant it.

“Oh, so you just happened to fall into her bed?, and she shoved your tiny dick into her mouth." I cut him off, my voice shaking.

His jaw tightened. “Aria, I was drunk, I”

“oh Stop. I cut him off sharply. You don’t get to use excuses. You fucking broke me.” My throat burned, but I refused to cry in front of him.

He reached for me again, desperation leaking from his eyes. “Give me one chance, please. I’ll do anything.”

I stepped back. “Go to hell, Ethan. Whatever we had is dead.”

His expression twisted, a flash of anger beneath the fake regret. For a second, I saw something darker in his eyes, something dangerous.

“You will regret this,” he whispered, voice low and sharp. “You think men like me wait around? You will come crawling back.”

My heart hammered, but I forced myself to turn away. “The only thing I regret is ever loving you.”

I didn’t look back. If I did, maybe I would see the truth, that Ethan wasn’t just pathetic. He was dangerous.