It was loud. Chaotic. Overwhelming.
And I was supposed to find one reckless wolf in the middle of all this.
I pulled out my phone and called York again. It rang. And rang. And went to voicemail.
Of course.
I tried again. Same thing.
My chest tightened, that familiar knot of anxiety wrapping around my ribs. What if something had happened to him? What if he'd gotten hurt, or worse—
No. I couldn't think like that.
I shoved my phone back in my pocket and started pushing through the crowd, searching faces that blurred together in the chaos. Excuse me, sorry, just trying to get through…no one cared. They were too busy screaming, laughing, placing bets, worshipping speed and danger like it was something holy.
Twenty minutes.
It took me twenty agonizing minutes of weaving through stranger
