Dane’s Pov
The forest was far too quiet.
Not the peaceful silence, more like the wrong silence. The kind that sends shivers running through your skin and gets your nerves heightened. The birds were even quiet, as if they were all catching their breath.
I'd been searching for Freya for almost an hour. She wasn't in the house. Not with Evie. Not helping Catherine prepare dinner. And the moment I caught a whiff of her leading towards the trees, I could feel my wolf scratching beneath my skin.
Find her.
I did not know what the reasons were behind this urgent desire of mine to find her. Perhaps it was the look of hurt that I saw earlier when I pushed her away. Perhaps it was the fact that I lacked the courage to clarify things with her. Or perhaps it’s the guilt that I’ve been carrying eve
