Ashton’s P.O.V
Days felt like months without Poppy by my side. Days blended together as I like awake during sleepless nights, wondering if she was alive. What she was doing. And wether or not she was being harmed where she was. Everyone began to notice the dark bags under my eyes and my short fuse, even though we had only told those closest to me about the disappearance of my mate. Finally, on the fourth day without her by my side, Christopher knocked quietly on my room door.
“Alpha Ashton?”
“What is it Christopher.” I called out, not even bothering to remove myself from the bed the past day. Christopher entered, his hands tightly clutching onto the clipboard as he looked down over me.
“We found him sir.” I suddenly shot up so that I was now seated in my bed, staring intently at Christ
