Fury

Ember's POV

The estate feels too crowded.

Ever since the banquet last night, wolves from all over have been lingering, their scents mixing in the air, their voices filling every available space. It should feel like a celebration, but to me, it just feels suffocating.

And more than anything—I miss Nate.

I haven't seen him since the gathering, and that's weird. Usually, by now, we'd be gossiping, sprawled out somewhere stuffing our faces while laughing at everyone's post-banquet drama.

But he's just… gone.

That alone is enough to set off alarm bells in my head.

I check his room first, knocking on the door and waiting. Silence. I try again—nothing. When I push the door open, it's empty, his bed untouched. Damn it, Nate.

I head toward the kitchens next because if Nate is in his feelings, he's probably drowning them in something sweet. But after a quick glance around, there's no sign of him.

A pit settles in my stomach.