“Arwen!”
Zion’s voice thundered through the long corridor of the mansion, so loud it made the servants freeze mid-step, their faces pale with fear.
His breath came ragged, his body still drenched in blood from battle, sharp eyes scanning every corner as though his Mate might suddenly appear before him.
But silence. No reply.
“Arwen! Where are you?” His voice cracked, this time softer, almost a plea.
Kael, his Inner Wolf, howled fiercely inside his head, making Zion stagger as he pressed his temples.
She’s gone! I can’t feel her—nothing! You have to find her, Zion!
“I’m looking for her!” Zion roared back at himself, his voice breaking with desperation.
He stormed into Arwen’s room, shoving the door wide open. The space was empty, chilled air greeting him. Curtains swayed gently from
