Nathan's POV
I was in the kitchen when it hit me.
Not a sound.
Not a scent.
Pain.
Sharp. Sudden. Vicious.
My wolf howled inside my chest—loud, frantic, agonized—like someone had driven a blade straight through our bond.
I froze mid-step, the glass in my hand shattering on the floor.
"No—" I breathed.
My heart slammed violently against my ribs, dread flooding me so fast it stole my breath.
Something was wrong.
"Hailee," I whispered, already moving.
I didn't think. I ran.
My wolf clawed at me from the inside, snarling, pacing, slamming against my ribs like a beast trying to tear free.
Something is wrong. Something is wrong. SOMETHING IS WRONG.
I burst down the hallway, boots pounding against stone, ignoring the guards calling after me.
I reached her room.
The door was open.
The bed—
Empty.
No Hailee.
No warmth.
No scent.
My scream tore out of me before I could stop it.
"HAILEE!"
