Kyle was unraveling.
He tore through the house like a storm, his heart slamming wildly in his chest. Lucy was supposed to be home. Tonight was the night. He had planned every detail—the wine, the playlist, stupid candles he hoped she'd like, and now the house sat cold and empty, and so was her room.
He’d been calling her phone for hours. Unavailable.
The tracker in it? Dead.
She’d either turned it off, or something had gone wrong.
Or worse.
Had his brother gotten to her first? The thought stabbed through him like ice.
He thought of asking Wesley about her whereabouts, but even he was missing tonight. Probably off to Greg's pack to look for his cousins.
Maybe Lucy was working tonight? It was a possibility. He knew the restaurant where she’d recently taken up a job,some exotic place
