Aria's POV
That evening, I couldn't get through to Damian's phone. A cold knot of anxiety settled in my chest.
This wasn't like him. He never went a full day without contacting me.
In desperation, I tried Rick's number instead. I called several times, but he didn't pick up either.
An hour later, my phone buzzed with a text from him:
[Sorry, Luna Aria. I was tied up with something urgent. Alpha Blackwood is dealing with an unexpected situation and can't return right now. He's also unable to contact you directly. Once he's free, I'll have him call you personally.]
Even with Rick's explanation, the knot in my chest only tightened.
Something was wrong. Damian had promised he'd come back today. If something came up, he would have told me himself—no matter how busy he was.
