“Let’s go.” I stand abruptly, heading towards the door. Logan follows as I head upstairs, knocking loudly on Sienna’s door.
“Gray, it’s like… really early,” Logan whispers.
I wince. Shit, I forgot.
But there’s only silence.
“Why isn’t she answering?” I mutter.
“Um, because she’s sleeping?”
I shake my head. There’s something tugging me, like a discomfort in my chest.
Something is wrong.
“This doesn’t feel right,” I turn to Logan, rubbing my chest. “Can you feel it?”
He frowns. “I’ve been feeling out of sorts for days. Figured it was the Bond acting crazy with everything happening.”
I blink at him. That hadn’t even occurred to me.
But it explains a lot.
I hammer on the door with more force. “Sienna!” I call. “Can we come in?”
A door opens down the hall, and Tristan sticks his head out. Dark circles sit under his eyes as he stares at us. “What’s going on?”
“Sienna’s not answering the door.”
Jax is next to open his door. Yawning, he scratches absently at his chest as he wanders past Tristan. “Because it’s early as fuck,” he points out. “What are you even doing up?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” I mutter. Because something feelsoff.
“Don’t you feel strange?” I ask Jax and Tris. “Sort of… numb, right here?”
I rub a spot in the center of my chest, and Tristan’s brow furrows. He ducks back into his room and back, tugging a shirt over his head as he strides to the door.
“Sienna,” he orders. “Open the door.”
Logan’s face loses a little color. “We’re making a lot of noise.”
Tristan’s hand shoots to the handle, twisting it. We crane our necks to look past him at… an empty room.
I blink. The bed is neatly made, not a sign of Sienna.
“What the hell?” Jax asks, following us in. “She’s the tidiest person ever.”
“No,” Tristan growls. “Omegas make their spaces their own. She’s not sleeping here.”
He soundspissed.
“So where is she?” I ask, and we all blink at each other.
“Split up,” Tristan says tersely. “Find her.”
The worry tugging at me grows with every room we check that comes up empty. Logan runs downstairs to check the nest. “Nothing,” he calls up. His voice is anxious now, all of us picking up on the vibe that something isn’t right here.
“Where’s Alicia?” I shoot at Tristan. His fist clenches. “In her room, I hope.”
