Awakening The Silver Wolf

DARIUS POV 

I shifted back when I got to the pack house, no longer caring about my back. The pack was already gathered and some of them gasped at the sight of my back. I was beyond caring.

"Zara!" I bellowed.

The girl walked out of the crowd, her entire body trembling and her complexion pale. Lucas walked behind her, looking like he was ready to jump in if I harmed his little girlfriend but there was also a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Where's Ravenna?" I asked, my voice like ice.

"I-I do–"

"Don't test me, Zara," I growled through clenched teeth. "Where. Is. Ravenna?"

"I don't know!" she shouted, tears running down her cheeks.

I walked towards her and she took a step back. "Go pack your things and leave. But listen to this: when you get back to your pack tell your alpha that if he's hiding Ravenna then he has signed his death certificate. I will burn your territory to the ground if she's there, do you hear me?"

Zara nodded, almost violently. 

I turned to Lucas and gave him a look that spoke volumes. To his credit he held my gaze, not backing down. I guess the bastard has a spine after all. 

He looked away first and turned to Zara, taking her by the elbow. "Come on."

Lucian came to me and handed me a robe. I took it numbly and covered myself with it.

"What should I do, Darius?" he asked as we walked to my room. 

What should he do? What should I do? I didn't know. I didn't know where to start looking for her.

"I don't know, Lucian," I answered in a whisper.

The anger was slowly clearing and the fear and loss were registering.

Why did Ravenna choose to leave me? Had I done something wrong? Does she no longer feel safe in my pack? Does she not… Does she not feel what I feel? 

Just yesterday she had declared in front of the whole pack that I was hers. So what changed?

"We'll find her, Darius," Lucian assured.

I nodded and entered my room. Lucian, sensing I needed space didn't follow me in.

I sat on my bed slowly and buried my face in my hands.

Why? Why had she left me? The question echoed in my mind, a relentless drumbeat against the walls of my skull. It was an unanswered plea, a silent scream. 

My chest tightened to the point of pain, a vise squeezing the air from my lungs. A lump formed in my throat, making it impossible to swallow, let alone speak. My eyes stung, a burning sensation that threatened to spill over into a torrent of tears. 

The entire world felt like a stage set for a tragedy, the air thick with the impending storm of my grief. 

Would I ever find her? I didn't even know where to begin.

Ravenna was smart, she wouldn't go back to Stonehowl. Where then could she have gone? Was she going to live as a rogue? Would I never get the chance to tell her we were mates? To see if she would reject or accept me? 

I rubbed my chest when the pain there became unbearable. My throat closed up more than it was even hard to breathe. And a tear finally slipped down my eyes.

Did she not feel this pull that I felt? Did her soul not call for mine like mine did? Did she finally see me as broken and run the first chance she got?

I was on the verge of going crazy with these questions left unanswered. Ravenna was the only one who could answer these questions and she was gone. Gone. 

Another tear slipped and then another followed.

I watched as the tears rolled and fell to the rug beneath my feet.

Was this what a broken heart felt like? 

It was worse than any pain I had ever experienced in my entire miserable life.

Amidst all that pain there was a reluctant tugging in my chest. I had felt it since when I found out that Ravenna was gone but I ignored it.

But now it has become persistent and there is no ignoring it anymore.

It felt like a throb, just beneath my heart. It was barely faint but I felt like it regardless.

And then as if it sensed that I've finally noticed it, it throbbed harder.

What the hell?

The more it throbbed, the more restless I felt. I wanted to stand up, to leave this room, this house, this–

I know. 

I rubbed my hand on my face and inhaled a shaky breath. 

I fucking know.

***

RAVENNA POV 

I stared up at the ceiling, watching the fan roll.

I had sold Darius' watches and had booked a room in a really shitty hotel in a human city, far, far from any wolf territories.

All the room had was a small bed, a single chair and table, a TV, and really thin walls. The walls were so thin that I could hear a couple fucking in the next room. 

This was what my life has resulted in. 

I was only going to stay here for a short time while I figured out my life.

I was going to get a job, save up then get an apartment. I still had a lot of money from the watches I sold—Darius was one rich bastard—and I also still had his car.

I could sell it if I really needed the money. But a part of me knew I wouldn't sell it because it was a part of Darius I was still holding on to.

My heart was a stupid bitch.

The numbness that had followed me from the pack for two days again still clenched to me desperately, and I was grateful for it.

I knew when it left me I would turn into a broken, crying mess, and I didn't want that right now.

I wanted to keep my head together.

A knock came at the door and I groaned deeply. 

That room service attendant was back. She had tried to sell me some random, oddly mismatched items like a cheap inflatable pillow, some mini puzzles, a tiny bottle of cheap lotion, and an old-looking magazine.

I had told her off politely, but she had kept coming back. But it seems polite wasn't working.

I was wearing only a small shirt and tiny shorts so I just stuck my feet into my slippers and marched to the door in furious steps.

If this woman wasn't careful I was going to transfer all my aggression to her and that would be a really shitty fate.

I unlocked the door and opened it. "I don't want yo–oh."

My heart leaped and dropped to my stomach. I stared up at the giant staring down at me, with dark mismatched eyes.

"Ravenna." God, his voice.

I swallowed. "Darius."