Malric’s Pov

I had been running in wolf-blood for days.

The moon used to be calm to me, a friend, a light I trusted. Now it just looked down, cold and silent, watching me lose everything.

I ran until my ribs ached and my paws bled. Still no trace of Delilah. No scent. No ribbon. No sign she’d ever existed.

It felt like she’d been erased…folded out of the world like a letter burned in secret.

When I shifted back, I brought the anger with me. It sat heavy in my chest, in my hands, in every breath.

I was already back to my mansion, but in the halls, her...