From the moment my wolf jolted me awake with a ferocious growl, I knew something was terribly wrong. It wasn't just the predawn darkness that chilled me. It was the primal fear ripping through our bond—a feeling of dread so powerful it made me gasp.
"Seraphina," I whispered, already launching from my bed.
I didn't bother with clothes, shifting into wolf form as I burst into the hallway. My brothers' doors flew open simultaneously, their expressions mirroring my own panic.
"Something's wrong," Kaelen growled, already moving toward Seraphina's room.
We raced down the corridor, guards scrambling out of our way. The door to Seraphina's room was closed but unlocked. Kaelen shoved it open with enough force to crack the frame.
Empty.
Her scent lingered, but it was stale—hours old. The bed was still made, untouched since yesterday.
"Seraphina!" I called, knowing it was futile. My wolf howled in distress, clawing at my insides.
