Gentry
Where is she? Why did she leave? Why is this tattoo thing fading? Why can’t I feel her? The questions wouldn’t stop running through my mind. I had been looking for Sam all night and most of the day. I sat on my bed with her note in my hand, trying to figure out what I had done to make her leave. I knew that simply running around looking for her wasn’t going to work but I couldn’t stop until I had searched almost every inch of the pack land. Sam was way too talented of a witch. If she didn’t want to be found, I wasn’t going to find her.
I hung my head in despair as I nursed the ache in my chest. I spent the afternoon and evening yesterday trying to pour over every text I could find on curses and everything we had on this one. I was trying to find anything that could help us. The o
