S E B A S T I A N
Where did our mate go? How did she disappear? Where did she go?
Duke is already panicking, which is not helping at all.
The moonlight shines down the beaten-down path I am walking on, and the wind is crisp and fragrant with the smell of fresh pines. The leaves crunch under my feet with each step I take, the grass and weed caress my pants, and I try to make my breathing as even as possible despite my wolf being hysterical. I shake my head and sigh as I stop to look at the wildflowers, which strangely and aptly remind me of Emmy – mysterious, intriguing, and so goddamn beautiful; that arrogant and foolish yet brave human who is truly a fresh breath of air in my mundane life of bloodlust and savagery. I never thought of letting someone in, and now that I have a mate, I th
