Natalie's POV
Julian was ignoring my calls.
I stared at my phone, a sense of unease crawling up my spine. This wasn't like him. Not once in the last five years had he ever chosen to ignore me when I needed him. Not since we'd made our childhood promise.
"He's just busy with Alpha business," I muttered to myself, pacing the floor of my quarters. "That's all."
But my wolf knew better. She whined anxiously, sensing the shift that had been happening since that bitch Aurelia was attacked. Something had changed in Julian—I'd seen it in his eyes when he carried her broken body into the packhouse.
I dialed his number again. Straight to voicemail.
"Fuck this," I hissed, grabbing my coat. If Julian wouldn't answer me, I'd find him myself.
The corridors of the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den were quiet this late at night. I moved silently, following the familiar path toward Julian's office. Empty. The training grounds. Empty. The pack council room. Empty.
