Lucas’s POV
I woke up with a start, my hand reaching out on the bed before my eyes even opened. The spot beside me was empty. Cold. My wolf stirred immediately, a low growl building in my chest. Something was wrong.
I sat up fast. Luke was already awake on the other side of the bed, staring at the empty space between us with a frown. The sheets were messed up, but she was gone. No red dress on the floor. No sign of her at all.
“She left,” Luke said, his voice rough from sleep and something sharper—anger, maybe. Or panic.
I ran a hand through my hair and sniffed the air. Her scent was still there, sweet and warm, mixed with ours. But it was fading. She must have slipped out while we were sleeping. My wolf pushed forward hard, making my eyes flash. He was agitated, pacing inside me like
