From the moment Ahcehera stepped off the starship, Rohzivaan felt it. A disturbance, an emptiness in the space that once belonged to her.
He could not explain it in words, nor could he pinpoint exactly what had changed. But it was there, lurking beneath the surface, gnawing at his insides like a silent predator.
She looked the same, moved the same, spoke the same. Yet, something was missing. Something fundamental, something that had once tethered them together.
The moment their eyes met, a cold dread settled deep in his bones. His wolf stirred uneasily within him, howling at an unseen loss.
He rushed to her, his arms wrapping tightly around her before he could think. She was warm, solid, real.
But it wasn't enough. It felt like holding onto a ghost, like she was slipping through his fingers even as he pressed her against him.
