Chapter 72: The Snake in the Stone
I woke up alone.
The bed was still warm where Victor had slept. The scent of his arousal and the musk of our night together clung to the sheets. I stretched my sore limbs and smiled at the ceiling.
For the first time in weeks I felt safe.
I rolled out of bed and wrapped my silk robe around me. The stone floor was warm beneath my feet. Lyra’s magic was still pulsing through the fortress veins.
I walked into the hallway.
It was too quiet.
Usually at this hour I could hear the sounds of the pack. I should have heard pots clanging in the kitchen or boots on the stone floor or the low murmur of voices.
There was only silence.
A cold knot formed in my stomach. It was the instinct of a Luna sensing a threat to her kin.
"Victor?" I called out.
My voice
