Brynn
The bed was cold when we reached the bedroom.
Too cold.
My eyes met nothing but tangled sheets, still faintly warm from where she had slept between us. The scent of her lingered: moonlight, rain, and something wild, but she was gone.
“Mia?” Frynn’s voice was rough, already laced with worry. He ran to the bathroom first, scanning the room, his wolf flaring.
“She’s not here.” I was already on my heels, my chest tightening with the sudden ache of distance. The bond between us pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat muffled by walls. “I can still feel her… but it’s far.”
Frynn was at the window in a flash. “Where did she go? She wouldn’t, she was just marked us. Why would she…”
“Shh,” I cut him off, closing my eyes. I reached inward, toward that silver thread that tied the three of us to
