Dane
I had no idea what the hell was wrong with me. I searched every damn inch of the castle: her chambers, the gardens, the training yard, the east wing, and even the goddamned kitchens. Luisa was nowhere to be found. No whispers or sounds; just disappeared.
And I was losing it. My hands faintly trembled, though just enough for me to notice but enough to kill it. My wolf stirred under my skin, restlessly growling. But it wasn't just him.
It was all about feeling—there's this tightness and suffocation that's gnawing at the edges of reason. Like something has really been torn out from my insides. Like something is going to snap inside.
What if she is injured?
What if I can never find her? The thought punched the air out of my lungs. A memory surfacing without being recycled-his sp
