Damian
I woke with a smile on my face, the memory of Briar's kiss still lingering on my lips. The sun was streaming through my window, bathing the room in a warm glow that matched my mood.
Stretching lazily, I reached for my phone, eager to text Briar good morning. But when I unlocked the screen, my heart dropped. No messages. No missed calls. Nothing.
"Weird," I muttered, sitting up. Briar usually texted me first thing. Maybe she'd slept in?
Frowning, I typed out a quick text: "Morning, little wolf. Sleep well?"
I waited, watching the screen for those three little dots to appear. Nothing. I tried calling her, but it went straight to voicemail. The unease in my gut grew stronger.
"Come on, little wolf," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. "Where are you?"
A gnawing feeling i
