3 years prior
Celia hadn’t seen Lucas in two days.
At first, she tried not to panic. Lucas often got pulled into last-minute training drills or errands by his father, and sometimes he needed a little space to blow off steam, especially after stressful talks about the academy. She’d sent him two messages, but he hadn’t answered. That, in itself, wasn’t totally unusual.
But by the second night, her chest felt tight with worry. Her wolf, Ariadne, paced anxiously in the back of her mind, ears pricked, nose twitching. Something was off.
By the third morning, she was jittery enough that she barely got through her kitchen shift at the pack house. Her hands trembled so badly she almost dropped an entire tray of breakfast rolls, earning her a sharp look from her mother.
She needed to see him.
