"Kaelen!" I screamed again at the blank screen, my hands shaking violently as I jabbed at the call button. "Pick up, please pick up!"
Nothing but the maddening "call failed" message flashed back at me.
The explosion replayed in my mind on loop—that terrible BOOM, the way Kaelen's face had transformed from tender to shocked in that split second before everything went black. My chest constricted so tightly I could barely breathe.
*He can't be dead. He can't be.*
My wolf, usually so quiet lately as my pregnancy progressed, suddenly surged forward with surprising strength. *Not dead. We would know. We would FEEL it if our mate was gone.*
I clung to that thought like a lifeline while frantically dialing everyone in Kaelen's convoy. Nobody answered. Not his security lead, not his Beta guards, not even the driver.
"Think, Sera, think," I muttered, struggling to stay upright as another wave of dizziness hit me.
