*~Caspian's POV~*
Pain.
That's the only word that can sum up what we've been through this past week. The pack still stands—strong, but without Hazel, everything feels hollow. Out of place.
Especially Cayden.
My brother hasn't slept, hasn't rested for even a moment. Day and night, he's been scouring country after country, leading patrols until the entire team collapsed from exhaustion. Yet he kept going. Searching for them.
And now, finally, he's back home… and he's summoned me.
I sit at my desk, the small velvet ring box in front of me. My fingers close tightly around the wedding ring I gave Hazel, my chest twisting painfully. Cyrius must have ripped it from her finger before taking her away. The thought alone makes my blood run hot. But as long as I can sense her alive—her and her babies..there's still a flicker of hope in me. That tiny shimmer keeps me from falling apart completely.
