Nox carried a tray of food to their room, hoping to convince Noah to eat something. But the moment he opened the door, his heart dropped—Noah wasn’t there. The room was empty, and the window stood wide open, curtains swaying with the breeze.
His chest tightened, his heartbeat pounding wildly in his ears. He rushed to the window, gripping the frame with trembling hands.
“Cindy!” Nox called, his voice sharp with worry. A moment later, the young maid appeared, wiping her hands on her apron.
“Yes, Alpha?” she asked, startled.
“Did you see your Luna leave?” he demanded, his voice urgent. Cindy quickly shook her head.
“No, Alpha. I was in the kitchen the whole time. I haven’t gone upstairs,” she replied.
Nox felt as though a heavy weight had slammed into his chest. Panic and fear surged t
