Xander's pov
I paced back and forth as I tried to dial his number again. It was worrying that he wasn't picking up the call.
"s**t! Pick up the call..." I spoke with worry on my mind. I had given him about six missed calls, but he didn't seem to want to take any. The fact that he was doing that was crazy. I wanted his help urgently.
"What do I need to do?" I pondered, running my hands through my hair when suddenly there was an idea on my mind.
"Yes!" I gasped. "I need to go see him," I explained. The only thing in my mind right now was getting Sam back, and the only way I could do that was to actually see him.
I was going to go to his place. I boarded a vehicle, making sure I went there. His place was far away from where I was but I was determined to go there.
On reaching the gate,
