His Broken Dire wolf

Chapter 23

Mike’s POV

After receiving that text from Molly, I couldn’t go back to sleep. Something does not sit with me very well and I’m starting to think the worst thoughts now. What if she is in trouble? What if she met a wolf? What if someone found out what she is? But that’s not possible because the cursed item not only contains our wolves, but also hides our aura and wolf scent, so we smell human to everyone else. I’ve decided I won’t be able to sleep till I know she is okay. I wait till the crack of dawn to start trying to call her. She is usually awake by now to go to the gym and work out for a bit. And usually she is good at texting me or calling me right back if she misses my messages or calls. I give her another hour before I dial again and again. Nothing. Something isn’t right. I may be a bit paranoid from the lack of sleep, but without thinking, I leave a note for my wife saying I’m going to the city to visit our daughter. I knew Kelly would be a bit suspicious and think something wrong, so I ad that I wanted to take Molly out to lunch for her birthday and to spend some time with her. After leaving the note on the kitchen counter, I grabbed my keys and was just about to head out the door. I felt like I was forgetting something and looked back at the living room space to see what I may have left behind. Nothing seemed out of place, but for some reason, the glass figurines on the mantle that belong to Molly, Zach and I were calling out to me. I’ve told myself that I would only use those if it were an emergency, but to be cautious, I grab my glass figurine of a red wolf that’s lying down sleeping and wrap it in the newspaper that was left out from yesterday. I then grab Molly’s blue glass wolf figurine that’s in the same sleeping position as my glass figurine. The kids thought it was so weird that their Aunt Becky would gift these. Zach tried to sell his in a yard sale a few years back and I had to guilt trip him for trying to sell a gift that someone custom made for him. I know someday I’ll have to explain the importance of these items and that they are something you must never part from, but I haven’t figured out how to approach that subject. I now have mine and Molly’s cursed figurines in a bag and take off out the door. The drive is a couple of hours, but I seem to shave about forty minutes off that time, since I left so early and was able to avoid the weekend traffic. As I pull up I continue calling Molly, and it continues to go to voicemail. As soon as the car is in park, I bolt out of my vehicle and run to Molly’s apartment door. I knock over and over on the door and get no response. After 2 minutes of knocking, I could feel that I was being watched. I looked to my left and saw someone peering around the corner of the building, about 3 doors down from Molly’s door. They hid behind the wall, probably thinking I didn’t see them. Immediately, I use a speed I haven’t used in years and reach behind the corner to grab some young man who reeks of wolf. Even if I don’t have my wolf, I still have enough of my senses to recognize one of my own at this proximity. The young man is still caught off guard and, using whatever human strength, I have to pin him up against the wall. “Who are you!” I growled. The young man doesn’t try to fight or struggle. I know he could easily take me with his wolf strength, but I continue to act confident and hold him. “Mike Ward, my name is Drew, I need you to relax and I can tell you where your daughter is as soon as you’ve calmed down.” The young wolf calmly tells me. How does he know that name? I haven’t used that name since I left my pack. But if he knows who I am, then he must know what Molly is. I continue to hold him, this could be a trick. If I let my guard down, then he can easily pin me in seconds with his wolf. “Mike, your daughter is safe, she is still here, with my alpha.” The young man continues to calmly reply. Before I can respond, my phone rings and it’s Molly. I’m furious of this whole situation and picked up the phone and said “Molly, where the f**k are you!” I yelled. I didn’t mean to sound so angry, but as soon as I hear her voice, a feeling of relief floods my mind.