We ran back to the cabin and changed clothes before leaving Yellowstone behind. A part of me wanted to stay, to be alone with Tate for the first time as his mate, but it’s not in the cards for us yet. As soon as we got to Tate’s house, I gathered up all my bags and set them by the front door. I know where I want to go, but the problem is getting there quickly and unnoticed.
Dawn soon approaches, and the sun shines its warm rays through the windows. Tate’s been on the phone for the past hour, and I’ve stared at mine, knowing I should call Micah.
Taking a deep breath, I press on his name and listen to the line ring. He picks up quickly, and I can hear the concern in his voice. “Hey, you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I reply.
“You never call me this early.”
“I know, I’m sorry. There’s something I n
