It didn’t take Derek long to get back to the cabin where Laurelynn was staying, and he could only thank whatever higher power was out there for the band at the Foxfire. He hadn’t bothered to check his speed so no one caught on that he wasn’t a normal human, but most of the town was listening to the music and likely wouldn’t notice a man running far faster than he should be capable of.
The first thing he noticed as he approached the cabin was the door standing open. He frowned. That wasn’t right, especially after the terror he’d heard in her mental voice.
A quick glance in that direction told him the truck she’d been driving was still sitting beside the cabin. His frown deepened.
“Laurelynn?” he called out, hoping she would call out and tell him it was a mistake, she was fine. But the on
