The trial hall was packed.
Pack members had been filing in since dawn, filling the long rows of benches, lining the walls when the seats ran out, gathering in clusters at the back of the room and trading low whispers.
The energy in the hall was tight and charged, the particular hum of a community that knew it was about to witness something it would talk about for years.
Derek sat on his throne at the front, his hands resting on the carved arms, his face giving nothing away.
Nana was seated to his right, her back straight, her hands folded neatly in her lap.
The elder wolves who would preside over the trial occupied the long bench to his left, robed and solemn.
To anyone watching, Derek looked exactly as he was supposed to look. Composed. Sovereign. Unreadable.
Underneath, he was checking his phone every two minutes.
Nothing from Kira.
He had expected her to be here by now. The hall had been ready for an hour.
Kira should have walked through those doors flanked by Kai and Jeasica and taken her seat beside him, and yet the seat to his left remained empty and his phone remained silent.
He reached for Connor through the mind-link.
Where is the Queen?
She returned to the palace from the medical centre, Your Grace. I am with the convoy bringing Ruby in. Making sure there are no slip-ups. I assumed she was already with you.
She is not.
A pause. Then, more carefully, Should I send someone to check?
No. Keep your focus on Ruby. I’ll handle it.
He had been reaching out to all her guards but all their links are blocked.
He pulled out his phone and dialled Kira’s number directly. It rang four times and went to voicemail. He tried again. Same result.
Dr Lorenzo had linked him earlier to say that Sasha had died in the night of a heart attack.
Derek didn’t believe that for a second. He had pushed it aside to be investigated later, because the tribunal was today and Ruby had to be dealt with first.
But the timing of Sasha’s death and Kira’s silence were beginning to settle on top of each other in a way he did not like.
He stood from the throne abruptly.
Nana looked up. "Where are you going?"
"I’ll be back."
He moved down the aisle without looking back, and the room shifted around him in that quiet, deferential way it always did when he was crossing it.
Outside the hall, fresh air hit him like a slap.
He spotted Kai and Jeasica hurrying up the path, Kai’s arm slung casually around Jeasica’s shoulders while she swatted at him with a grin that was half-annoyed, half-flirting. Typical.
Kai took one look at his face and stopped smiling. "Where’s Kira?"
The unease in Derek’s chest sharpened into something colder. "I was about to ask you the same thing."
Jeasica’s expression dropped immediately. "She isn’t with you?"
"No."
"We dropped her at the mansion this morning," Kai said. "She said she needed to grab something before the trial. We were supposed to meet her here."
Derek was already moving.
He pushed past them without another word and broke into a run before either of them had fully turned around.
He got into his car, fired the engine, and reversed out of the courtyard with a speed that scattered two startled pack members who had been making their way in.
He took the front steps two at a time and pushed through the doors, calling for her before he had even fully crossed the threshold. The staff scattered out of his way without speaking. He took the stairs to their bedroom in long, fast strides and slammed the door open.
The room was empty.
The dress he had bought her was nowhere in sight, but her phone was sitting on the centre table beside the sofa. He crossed to it in three steps and picked it up.
Her missed calls were all from him.
He stood there with the phone in his hand and the cold feeling moved up into his throat properly.
He turned and ran.
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