Caleb stood frozen in place, his hand still resting on the door where he had just knocked. The silence on the other side felt like a punch to the gut.
Lila wasn't answering.
He had been here twice now, and each time, he'd told himself that maybe she wasn't home, maybe she was out, maybe she was just ignoring him because she was angry. But deep down, a much darker thought clawed at his mind—what if something had happened to her?
His mate was pregnant. He was certain of it.
And she wasn't answering.
He took a deep breath, pressing his forehead against the cold surface of the door, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios.
It was unbearable.
His wolf howled inside him, restless and anxious, demanding he break the damn door down and get to her. His rational side told him that she was probably just avoiding him, but his instincts—the part of him that was deeply connected to her—felt uneasy.