**ASHER POV**
The moment I woke, something felt off. The air in the packhouse was too quiet, too still. My gut twisted before I even noticed the empty space in the bed beside me.
It hit me the second I looked down. Trinity wasn’t there. Not in the bed, not in the house, not anywhere I could sense.
Panic rose almost instantly. My hands went to the spot on my chest where our mark burned faintly against my skin. It pulsed. Soft, almost undetectable at first, then stronger, and with it came the unmistakable tug of worry. Trinity was in trouble.
I bolted upright, heart pounding, the knot in my chest tightening.
“David!” I barked, voice sharp, breaking the morning stillness. “Where is she? Where’s Trinity?”
David, half-awake, rubbed his eyes and blinked at me. “Uh… Alpha…”
“Where is she?”
