Anthony P.O.V.
Something felt off. I couldn’t describe it. It felt like my mind was trying to tell me something, but the more I focused on it, the further it became. Sighing softly to myself, I began to walk to my room; once I reached my room, I felt a surge of hot rage course from the mate mark Freya left on my neck to my heart. I had to grip the door frame as the rage grew even more substantial. Then it clicked, and I felt Freya through the mate bond. And the rage that she was feeling was not good. I sense through the bond, hoping that I could pick her up so it would be easier to find her. But to my disappointment, I could only feel a very distant pull. I run my hands through my hair in frustration as I rush out of my room, searching for Stephen; perhaps he knows where she is. Even thou
