Celia had no idea when she finally drifted off, but she jolted awake with terror clawing at her throat. Morning light pushed through the thin curtains of Darcy’s bedroom. Darcy was gone, already at work.
Celia pushed herself upright, breath shaky as she scanned the room. Something had woken her. Something bad. Her pulse hammered in her ears as she kicked the blankets aside and stood on unsteady legs.
It’s Lucas and Arlo, Ariadne whispered. The wolf sounded scared. I can’t feel Arlo anymore. Something is wrong.
Celia’s mouth went dry. She reached through the bond and felt Lucas. He was there. Alive. But she could feel the stress there too. Why can’t you feel Arlo? I can feel Luke.
Something is wrong.
Celia shook her head and hurried into the living room, torn between running straight t
