Jasmine’s POV
I stumbled back through the front door of my cottage, soaking wet, covered in mud, and shivering.
The moment I pushed the door open, Fred and Willa rushed towards me.
"Jasmine! Where did you go?" Fred asked in panic, his eyes scanning my arms and muddy dress. "You can't just run out into the storm alone"
"The phone..." I choked out, my voice raspy and broken from the screaming. I shoved past Fred, not caring about the mud dripping on the carpet.
My mind was hyper-focused on my mission. I needed Garrett. I need Orson's father. I don't care if Garrett hates me for the rest of his life. I need the strongest Alpha on the continent to bring our little boy home.
I tapped on the screen and dialed Garrett’s personal mobile number, a number I memorized years ago and never forgo
