NightSteed

Matthew's jaw clenched as he completed the spell, his eyes narrowing with grim determination. "I can feel him. They haven't taken them far," he said, his voice low and tense.

"Re… really? Can you locate them?" Valentina asked anxiously. "Poor Sophia must be terrified."

"I'm trying to pinpoint their exact location, but it's difficult," Matthew admitted, wincing as frustration tightened his chest.

Conflicting emotions tore at him—deep concern for Sophia and a simmering rage that threatened to boil over. Part of him longed to hold her, to reassure her she was safe. The other part burned with a desire for vengeance, ready to bury whoever dared to take her.

Damn it!

He was supposed to be the calm, collected brother—the mature one. But right now, all of that was thrown out the window. All he wanted was his mate back.