Chapter 22
Fidelia ‘This is the voicemail service of 0…’ The automated voice on the other side of the phone began for the thousandth time. Fidelia angrily jabbed her finger at the phone, disconnecting the call. She had already left hundreds of voicemail and text messages on Raine’s phone and it felt useless to add anymore to that; she was surprised there was even any room left in her phone's storage. She chucked the phone onto her bed and anxiously began pacing back and forth again. She didn’t have to worry about anyone walking in and questioning her, it was two in the morning and everyone in the pack house was fast asleep. She had been trying to get a hold of Raine for more than a day now and she couldn’t get through to her no matter what she tried. She didn’t even know the number for the Runag
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