JACKSON
The human world wasn’t like anything imagined. It was noisy, crowded, and smelled like smoke and metal. It was my first time being here.
Everywhere I turned, there were flashing lights, loud honking sounds, and people rushing around like ants in a disturbed hill. My wolf, Tom, growled low in my head.
“This place is a mess,” he muttered. “How did our mate survive here?”
“I know,” I said under my breath, running a hand through my hair. I wasn’t even sure where to begin. Sarah could be anywhere. She could have blended into this chaos easily, and finding her felt impossible. But giving up? That wasn’t an option.
I walked down the street, ignoring the curious stares I got from people passing by. Maybe it was the way I looked, I was ready to rip someone apart. Or the fact that
