Chapter 28 : Chains and Promises
Alaric’s POV
Where the hell could he be?
The thought clawed at me until it had teeth. I sat rigid in the passenger seat, moonstone cold and heavy against my palm, as if the stone itself could be wrung for answers. I pressed it to my lips the way I used to do when thinking, willing it to react, willing it to hum or glow or pull me toward him. Nothing. Just the indifferent wash of daylight and the distant buzz of the pack estate waking up.
Maybe I was doing this wrong. Maybe this time patience was a trap.
Frustration coiled in my chest until it hurt. The moonstone was supposed to help me tune into him—my mark, my tether—but all I felt was silence. The possibility that he might be hurt gnawed at me like a dog on bone. What if he needed me? What if I’d alr
