Page 61 of Claimed By Fur and Fangs

Fergus let out a low whistle.

"Damn, Aidan. That’s not an easy ask. She disappeared off the grid years ago. But I’ll see what I can do."

"Do it fast," I urged. "It’s important."

"Understood," he said before hanging up.

I slipped my phone back into my pocket and turned back to Finn and Amelia.

"Fergus will try to locate her."

"And if he doesn’t?" Finn crossed his arms.

I hesitated, my gaze flickering to Amelia, who still looked shaken.

"We’ll find another way."

Finn’s lips pressed into a thin line before he nodded.

Then, after a brief silence, he asked, "Why did you come here, Aidan?"

I met his gaze evenly.

"I wanted to make sure Amelia was okay."

"You didn’t need to. “I’m here," Finn tensed, his shoulders squaring.

“And who the hell are you to tell me what to do?” I snarled.

“This isn’t the time for this the both of you!” Amelia snapped.

Amelia’s sharp tone sliced through the tension, her voice firm despite the fear in her eyes. Finn and I froze, our heated glares breaking as we stepped back.

“This isn’t the time for this!” she repeated, her voice trembling but firm. “We have bigger problems to deal with than whatever… whatever this is between you two!”

I clenched my fists, but Finn stepped closer, eyes burning with defiance.

“You don’t get to waltz in here and act like you’re the only one who cares about her,” he growled. “I’ve been here. I’ve been protecting her.”

My jaw tightened, and I took a step closer to him, my voice equally sharp.

“Don’t push it, Finn!”

Amelia stepped between us; her hands raised as if to physically separate us. Her face was pale, but her eyes burned with determination.

“Stop it!” she snapped, her voice cutting through the room like a whip. “Both of you! This isn’t helping. If we’re going to figure this out, we need to work together. Not tear each other apart!”

I exhaled sharply, forcing myself to take a step back. Finn did the same, though his jaw remained clenched, his fists were still tight at his sides.

“You’re right,” I said finally, my voice tight but controlled. “We need to focus on what’s happening. But Finn—” I turned to him, my eyes narrowing. “You need to understand something. Amelia isn’t just yours to protect. She’s important to me too.”

Finn’s expression darkened, but before he could respond, Amelia stepped in again, her voice calm but insistent.

“Aidan’s right,” she said, looking at Finn.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out, glancing at the screen. It was Fergus.

“Fergus,” I answered, my voice sharp. “What do you have?”

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