Sebastian~
I'd never admit it to anyone—ever— but I was panicking.
The kind of panicking where your brain won't shut up, your chest feels like it's caving in, and despite being a centuries-old vampire with more power in my pinky finger than most warlocks have in their whole bodies... I felt useless.
"Pick up, pick up, damn it, pick up—"
I jabbed the call button again, pacing in front of the fireplace like a blood-drunk predator. Jacob's face flickered on the holo screen. Again. No answer. Again.
Why the hell did he bother giving me his contact if he was just going to ghost me like a coward in the fog?
Fine. Plan B. Yell his name like a deranged banshee and hope the universe gets tired of ignoring me. Worked once—might as well ride the chaos again.
"Jacob!"
Nothing.
"Mist? Jacob Bartholomew? Oh Great Wolf Spirit? You mangy, moon-kissed cryptid—I know you're listening!"
Still silence.
