Estelle's POV
My fingers tightened.
In the next second, I shut the device off, fast—so fast it felt like cutting a cord. Because I knew that if I'd hesitated even a moment longer, I would've been pulled back—dragged straight into that suffocating abyss.
I stared at the darkened screen, completely still.
I could almost feel him, even from this distance.
That lingering pull hadn't faded yet. It was like a nerve that had been violently severed, still throbbing with a dull, phantom ache.
He must be looking for me. Searching frantically—just as any Alpha would after losing their mate.
I lifted my gaze. The moon hung over the sea, bright and full, so perfectly round it made my eyes ache.
Its light felt like a mirror—reflecting into my eyes, then shattering, piece by piece, into something
