The castle was too quiet without her. I prowled through my empty chambers like a caged animal, tension knotting between my shoulder blades. Three days without connecting with Seraphina in our dream space, and the absence of her was like a physical ache.
Something wasn't right. I could feel it.
I paused by the window, staring out at the Silverholm fortress walls. The mountain stronghold was impenetrable, offering us the security we needed while we prepared for war. But right now, those same protective walls felt like a prison keeping me from the one person I needed to reach.
My wolf paced restlessly within me, agitated by the separation from our mate. He had been increasingly unsettled since our last dream connection. Seraphina had seemed... off. Distant. Like she was hiding something.
I grabbed my phone and dialed my father. If anyone would know what was happening with Seraphina, it would be him. He answered on the second ring.
