ELENA
Hours have already bled into days and the strong scent of Cedar has vanished into thin air, just like the other traces of him. Not a call, a whisper, not even a mind link from him.
“Do you know when he'll be back?” I asked the omega who must have grown tired of seeing my face every day for the past week. She smiled, obviously strained, but she was cautious enough to sound polite.
“I’m sorry, Luna, but he hasn't been here since the last time you were here. I'm sorry,” she bowed and I nodded.
“Thank you,” I moved into my vehicle, heading home.
That was the routine for the past week, every time I go not to check on him but for the preparation of the ceremony coming, he is never around. It's almost like he has vanished from the face of the earth, but I know that isn't possible. Wha
