Alex's POV

I can't sit still. Something is wrong—I can feel it deep in my gut. The anxiety has been building all day, ever since I lost track of Luna yesterday. I've been pacing around my apartment for hours, trying to convince myself that she's probably just busy or avoiding me after our last confrontation.

But my instincts are screaming that Luna is in danger, and I've learned to trust those instincts over the years.

I'm still pacing when I hear a knock at my door. I look through the ...