Dane's Pov
I stopped in the doorway and it hit me hard, right in the chest.
That smell. Vanilla mixed with wildflowers. The exact soft, sweet thing that was just… her.
My wolf lost it instantly, throwing himself against my ribs. *Mate. Gone. Find. Protect.*
Yeah, I know, bud. I know.
The room felt all wrong compared to a week ago. Back when Freya started crashing in my bed every night, her scent slowly taking over the sheets, the pillows, the whole damn space. It smelled like us. Like home. Like something I didn’t even know I was missing until it was there.
Now she’s not.
Her side of the bed is still messed up from three nights ago – last time she slept here before Viktor snatched her. You can still see the little dip where her head was on the pillow. One of her black hair ties is
