Ragnar POV
I lay awake most nights, staring at the ceiling of my chambers, my mind cycling relentlessly between my mother's deteriorating condition and the continued absence of any concrete news regarding Aurelia's whereabouts. Kieran's messages had grown less frequent over recent weeks, each one carrying the same frustrating combination of promising leads and ultimate disappointment.
Tonight proved no different from the countless restless nights preceding it.
I shifted against my pillows, exhaustion pressing heavily against my body, my mind's stubborn refusal to allow actual rest. Beneath my ribs, something stirred restlessly, my wolf pressing against the careful control I typically maintained, an unfamiliar agitation building steadily with each passing hour.
‘Restless,’ my wolf growl
