Kennis
Alistair was growing increasingly restless. He wanted to go to his mate. I finally gave in because he was giving me a headache.
My legs carried me to the pack house, where she was. Had she eaten today? Had she drunk enough water? I wondered. She usually forgets to eat when she’s busy working.
I didn’t know how or when I had started worrying about her, but it had become quite frequent. When I reached her office, I pushed the door open, only to find it empty. I quickly caught the scent of the weasel, Eliot. He had been there, and anger surged through me.
I closed my eyes and traced the golden line of our bond. I had always been able to do this ever since I marked her, and that was why she couldn’t run away from me.
Following that golden line, I ventured into the woods near the b
