Ayla’s POV
I woke up to cold sheets.
At first, I thought maybe I’d rolled too far across the bed. But when I reached out, searching for him, there was nothing…no warmth, no heartbeat, no Rowan.
My chest squeezed tight. “Rowan?” My voice cracked in the quiet room. No answer.
Panic shot through me. I kicked the blanket back and slipped to my feet, the floor cool under my toes. My wolf snarled in my head, restless.
Find him.
I pulled on one of his shirts, the fabric brushing my thighs, and rushed into the hallway. Every shadow made my heart race. What if he was hurt worse than I thought? What if he collapsed somewhere and no one found him?
I took the stairs two at a time, checked the kitchen, the study, the living room. Empty. The mansion was quiet except for the faint sounds of voices
