Olivia's POV
The first thing I felt when I woke up was emptiness. A strange, hollow silence filled the room, too still, too cold. Something was wrong. I sat up slowly, my body aching, my vision spinning for a second before clearing. The healer's words from earlier echoed faintly in my mind: "You can't continue the ritual… it will harm you and the child."
The child.
My hand drifted to my belly, but the warmth I'd felt there before was replaced by a sharp, twisting panic. Something else was missing—something stronger.
Lennox.
My wolf stirred instantly, a low whimper rising in my chest. His scent… it's fading. I pushed the blanket off and stood, ignoring the dizzy rush that followed. Selene tried to stop me when I reached the door, but I brushed past her.
"Olivia, wait—"
"No. Something's wrong."
The hallway was too quiet, the air heavy. I reached Lennox's door and pushed it open.
Empty.
