Rachael POV
I woke up reaching for Eryx.
My hand met cold sheets instead of warm skin.
I sat up too fast, my heart already racing as my eyes scanned the small cabin. The light coming through the single window was grey and thin. The other side of the bed was empty.
“Eryx?” My voice came out rough. “Eryx?”
No answer. Only the sound of the wind catching the corner of the roof.
I pushed myself off the bed, my feet hitting the floor hard as I moved toward the door. Panic crawled up my chest, sharp. He was still weak, still pale. He wouldn't just disappear.
“Eryx!” I called again as I stepped outside.
The morning air was cool, quiet. Too quiet. The trees stood still, the world looking calm in a way that made my chest feel worse. I looked at the dirt, searching for tracks, for any sign o
