“Luna.” Fane gentled his tone to a whisper in her mind as he pictured himself caressing her face, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close. “I will find you. You are mine, I will always come for you.”
“Fane, hurry. Please.”
The please is what got him. His Luna didn't say please even in the most dire of situations, his Luna commanded. There was something she wasn't telling him, but he wouldn't push her right now.
“Jacquelyn, I need to let my father know that you have contacted me. We are leaving shortly to go to Denver to question Dillon's pack. We are hoping that he confided in one of the other wolves and maybe revealed where he was taking you,” Fane explained, wanting her to understand if she didn't hear him it wasn't because he was gone.
“Okay. If I'm able to figure out any
