LENA
The Moon Goddess vanished hours ago. Maybe longer. Maybe days. I couldn't be sure. She left like smoke—quiet, swift, no goodbye. Just a knowing look as my hands continued to shake as I drove, as I murmured, "I'm coming home," as if it would reach Dom's ears from so far away.
I'd been driving for so long, too long, and I ached from it but more so from the torment of not knowing what state Dom was in. Was he alive? Was he gone? Even in my thoughts I couldn't bring myself to say the word 'dead.' But I worried he was. The faint heartbeat I heard, the faintest flickering of the bond. Was that all that was left when a mate was gone?
It would drive me mad to not have him but to feel him like this. It made me almost sad for Marcus.
The forest opened up like a memory I'd dreamed of too many times. Familiar trees. Familiar scent on the wind. My hands gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles ached, and I blinked against the blur of tears.
