Wolf room was scratched, utter destruction. There was no light. Just the way he liked it. Dimitri's eyes were clouded in utter darkness, a reflection of the turmoil within. His beast was close, too close, clawing at the edges of his mind, seeking release.
He paced back and forth, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Where are you, Lyra?" he growled, fists clenching until his knuckles turned white. "You can’t just disappear like this."
Furniture lay in ruins around him, shattered by his earlier outburst. His wolf demanded release, the need to run, to hunt, to find her. But she had vanished without a trace, leaving nothing but a hollow ache in his chest.
Dimitri stormed out of the room, his footsteps echoing through the empty corridors of the pack house. Outside, the cool night air did lit
