QUENNOR’S POV
My breathing falters, uneven and shaky, and before I can even think, I’m already on my feet, moving away from the house with a sudden sense of urgency. The silence of the night surrounds me like a heavy blanket. Without a clear direction, I let instinct guide me to a quiet clearing nestled within the woods. The air is cool, crisp, and the only witness to my unrest is the full moon hanging solemnly above. I drop onto the grass and stretch out, staring at the sky before closing my eyes, reaching inward, searching, yearning.
I focus all my energy on Nyqxee. I try to find her, to connect with her wolf, to feel even the faintest whisper of her presence but nothing. It’s like calling into an abyss. The harder I try, the more distant she feels. Frustration builds in my chest. I cl
