I tossed again restlessly . The silence in the room seemed unnatural. That scent, faint but familiar, clung to the air. It couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be her.
I sat up sharply, scanning the dark room. Nothing moved. The door was locked. The windows shut. Yet, the smell lingered; wildflowers and rain, the same scent that once drove me mad.
My wolf stirred uneasily. Find her. He grumbled.
“Stop it,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “She’s gone.”
Still, I got out of bed and crossed to the balcony. The moon hung low, pale and distant. The forest stretched silent below, too still for comfort. My heart beat faster for no reason.
Then, a soft whisper brushed my mind; my father’s voice through the pack link.
Meet me at dawn, in the council room.
I sent a response to him and exh
