"Arwen…where is she?!" Zion growled low, about to push open his mother's bedroom door.
But before he could storm inside, the wooden door creaked softly, opening from within.
Luna Heather stood tall yet weary-eyed, as if she had been waiting for her son all along. Her gaze was tender and laced with guilt, though she tried to remain composed.
"Zion," her voice was faint yet carried weight, enough to halt him in his tracks.
"Mother…" Zion's voice cracked, his eyes reddened. "Don't say my name as if everything's fine. I've lost Arwen! This bond… It's slipping farther away! You know something, don't you?!"
Luna Heather drew in a deep breath, glancing briefly into her room, as though making sure no one else could hear. "Come in, Zion. We'll speak of this as mother and son."
Zion clenched h
