Chapter 4: Chapter 4

A full sun-cycle drags by, and Clara's wild scent vanishes like a ghost from the manor.

When Caleb finally wrenches open his communicator, her name sits banished in the blacklist.​

With trembling fingers, he unblocks her.

The first message sears his soul: "May the moons part us gently."

The line goes dead, as if severed by silver shears, leaving him staring at the blank screen.​

He claws through port logs, desperation fueling his search.

There it is: a moonflight to the Western Packs, departed on the very day of his ill-fated mating ceremony.​

Juliet rushes in, feigning concern.

"Is Clara angry? I shouldn't have worn her mating mantle—"​

"Silence!" Caleb's alpha growl shakes the room.

He'd heard the servants' whispers: "Juliet ordered the silver wards."

His gaze lands on the open invitation scroll, "Caleb Waverly & Juliet Darkmore" scrawled in mocking calligraphy.