Zachary's POV
There was fog tonight. It would be difficult tonight to spot her, but that wasn't going to stop me. I was waiting in one of the alleys near the library. It was where I'd last seen her: the ghost, my mate.
Thorne stirred restlessly in the back of my mind. He was becoming impatient. We had been out here for three hours now and no sight of her.
'She should've been here by now,' Thorne growled.
Maybe we missed her. She was good, damn good at evasion, only revealing herself when she wanted to be seen. She was either lying low or watching us just as closely.
I slowed near the narrow alley to the west of the library. It was the same route she'd used to disappear. Then, I heard the hard creaking of a window opening. I looked up and there she was.
The ghost cr
