"Seven o'clock," I muttered, staring at the clock on the wall of our study.
My wolf howled inside me, clawing at my chest. He knew what that meant. Seraphina was in heat right now, somewhere out there, without us. Without her mates. The thought made me want to tear the room apart.
I took another swig of whiskey, welcoming the burn down my throat. It did nothing to dull the ache, the worry, the guilt.
Kaelen paced the room like a caged animal, his shoulders tense, jaw clenched tight enough to crack teeth. Orion sat across from me, hands gripping his glass so hard I wondered if it might shatter.
None of us had slept more than a few hours since Seraphina disappeared. Three days of searching, of calling in favors, of threatening anyone who might have information. Three days of pure hell.
And now this. Her first heat, and she was alone.
"She must be suffering," Orion said, his voice hollow. "Without us to help her through it."
