The halls of the guest manor echoed with silence, but Kaelen could not find peace within them. He sat at the edge of the massive bed meant to comfort an Alpha King, his elbows braced on his knees, his hands clenching and unclenching. The moonlight spilled through the tall window, silvering his dark hair, but even its calm glow could not soothe him.
Something was wrong.
He felt it in his chest, a restless burn he could not smother. His wolf paced within him, claws scraping at the edges of his mind, growling in agitation.
She’s out there, the beast snarled.
Kaelen dragged a hand down his face. “She? You mean Selene. She’s right down the hall.”
At the mention of Selene’s name, his wolf snarled louder, shaking against the mental walls Kaelen tried to enforce. Not her. Never her.
Kaelen’s
