_Rylan’s POV_
The drive back to Frostbane was heavy with silence.
I sat in the back of the black SUV with Lisa leaning against me. Her head rested lightly on my shoulder. Her hair spilled across my chest. Normally, I would have wrapped my arms around her and breathed her in. Normally, I would have felt that familiar hum in my chest. I would have felt the soft presence of Sierra brushing against mine. But tonight, there was nothing.
Nothing but emptiness.
Avarok, my wolf, growled inside me. She feels wrong.
I pressed my lips together. My hand twitched where it rested on her arm. Her skin was cool. Too cool. “Lisa?” I whispered, just loud enough for her to hear.
She tilted her face up. Her lips curved into that soft and strange smile again. “Yes, Rylan?”
“Can you… call Sierra?” I aske
