Given that Zeke just left yesterday, idk how everyone knows about it. 
art by crypsis
The whole affair had taken place in the course of a day, but there was no sign of the obvious. Max assumed Ezekiel’s absence was normal—he sometimes left for days, as it was, and he had healed since the war. It was likely this was the case. After all, Max himself had been wounded grievously in the last battle and his side bore the deep and terrible scar of such an attack. He had tried to keep his shifting to a minimum, but now it was easier and he held to the four legged form as was his preferred method of travel.
Myrika’s call was peculiar, not because she had done so, but because her tone was somehow different. Until he arrived, slipping through the back gate of the Mansion’s honeysuckle lined fence, he did not realize why. Ezekiel was not present, but was that unusual? His heart picked up a beat, and unsettled, he lingered towards the back of the group. What was going on?
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