Cassiopeia Nyx
A strangled cough escaped my lips as I turned to the side slowly, the sheets shifting beneath me. My eyelids felt sore and heavy as I pried them open. A lonely and empty room stared back at me, the sheets beside me smooth and pristine as if no one had ever laid on them. I could vividly remember seeing Xeros from the corner of my eye most nights when I tossed and turned in my sleep. He would be perched awkwardly on the edge of the bed, almost as if he was dangling over the side.
But now, where was he?
My heart lurched as the thought passed through my head. Ever since he took me away from the Nightwolf pack, he had always been close—a dull, comforting presence. Even if he wasn't in the room, I knew he was always nearby. But today, even without checking, I could sense he was
