Sophia's POV
I haven't spoken to Kael in three days.
Not a single word. Not even through the mind-link, which is harder than you'd think when your wolf keeps clawing at the walls of your skull, begging you to reach out to him.
To feel him.
To make sure he's still breathing.
But I can't.
Not yet.
The great hall of Black River looks different now.
Maybe it's because half the furniture got wrecked during the wall collapse.
Maybe it's because we've got fifty displaced wolves sleeping in the corridors, waiting for us to rebuild the east wing. Or maybe—probably—it's because every time I walk through here, I see the spot where Helena handed me my son for the last time.
Three days ago.
Feels like three years.
"Luna." Theron's voice cuts through my thoughts.
He's standing by the ma
