The call came hours later.
"She's with us."
Ferhat's grip tightened around the phone.
"If you want her alive… you'll do exactly as we say."
His voice dropped dangerously low.
"If you touch her—"
The line cut.
Silence.
Deadly silence.
Then—
Something inside him snapped.
"They made a mistake," he said coldly.
Because this wasn't just war anymore.
This was personal.
And Ferhat…
Was no longer holding back.