Two Months Later.
Raul watched the sky from the mini porch, outside his room, counting clouds. He forgot the number he had counted after a while, then started all over—anything to keep his mind from the absence of his mate.
It's been two months since after his meeting with the ancients, with Jacob, and although the group had been of immense help to him since then, they still hadn't found Olivera, not even a clue to her location. The only thing they were sure of was that it had been done with magic, probably a portal magic.
Jacob hadn't given up however, Vee too, and that was why Raul was still maintaining a cool facade, was still waking up each day and bathing and eating, as if nothing had happened, because these two were doing the same.