Xavier
I stepped back into the house and slammed the door shut behind me. The silence in the foyer was heavy, pressing in on my ears.
Sasha was home. She was safe. I dragged my palms down my face and let out a breath I felt like I’d been holding for eighteen hours.
Relief tangled with anxiety washed through me.
Just hours before she returned, the pack police and my guards had trudged back in, their search empty-handed. I’d thrown every resource into finding her.
For eighteen long hours, I hadn’t known if my wife was out there somewhere, forgetting who the hell she was all over again. My stomach still clenched at the thought.
It started yesterday morning. I woke up, and the space beside me in the bed was empty. My first thought was that maybe she’d gone for a walk.
Sometimes she did
