Chapter 121

The flames in the war room danced wildly, shadows mimicking the agitation rippling through Lucius. He paced like a caged wolf, each turn fueling the furnace of his unease. Gabriel, sat with an expression of patience, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within Lucius. "I am sure everything is fine," Gabriel finally spoke, his voice a gentle counterpoint to the thundercloud above him. Lucius stopped, his back rigid, his jaw clenched tighter than a bear trap. "We are at war, Gabriel! How can you utter such words in the face of this storm?" His voice ripped through the room, echoing off the ceiling. Gabriel sighed, his eyes holding a depth of understanding. "Pacing and growling at me won't change anything, Lucius," he said, his voice calm but firm. "Claire assured me the mission is proceeding smoothly. And I trust her instincts." "Trust? Trust isn't enough when my connection with Amelia, my mate, my very essence, feels like a severed wire! Can you not feel it, Gabriel? The silence,