Rebecca’s POV
It was ten p.m., and Enzo wasn't back.
I knew because here I was, standing frozen on the balcony of my princess room, staring anxiously down at the heavy iron packhouse gates. The night air was freezing against my skin, but I barely felt it. My entire body was a tight wire of nerves.
I swallowed my pride, closed my eyes, and tried to reach out through the pack bond to mind-link him. Enzo? Can you hear me?
Nothing. A cold, solid wall slammed right back in my face. I opened my eyes, a deep frown cutting across my forehead as the realization hit me. He had blocked me. He had completely shut me out of his mind.
Becca, you need to calm down, my wolf murmured inside my head, her voice laced with her own hidden anxiety. Pacing back and forth isn't going to bring him back a
