SERIS FELT DIFFERENT about not seeing Cassian at the long oak table. It felt empty without his commanding presence at the head. She looked around. The pack members were chatting. Cassara and Isla were talking with each other about something funny, but Seris couldn’t bring herself to laugh.
Every bite she tried to swallow was tasteless because something was wrong. She could feel it, through the bond.
Seris couldn’t help it anymore. She set down her fork and turned to Noah. “Where is Cassian?”
“He’s resting, Luna,” Noah answered. But his eyes didn’t meet Seris for long.
Seris nodded, feigning calm, but inside her chest, worry clawed at her. She didn’t feel well when she woke up this morning. Not feeling well—she knew it was Cassian. Without finishing her meal, she rose from her seat.
