Elliot POV
The silence in the penthouse was a physical weight. The suspension hearing in New York had started three hours ago, and my phone sat dead on the kitchen counter. No texts from Kofi. No calls from Sebastian.
I paced the length of the living room, my bare feet clicking against the hardwood where the glass had been swept away. My skin was hot, a tight, restless knot coiling in my lower abdomen. The fever was gone, but my inner Omega was clawing at my ribs, frantic and hollow, demanding a barrier between myself and the front door.
I stopped in front of the hallway mirror. My neck gland was swollen, a dark purple ring of teeth marks standing out against my skin.
"Where are you, Wolfe?" I whispered to my reflection, my voice cracking in the quiet room. "You should be her
