Karl
“God, Abby, where are you?” I murmur.
I’m driving carefully along the route that Abby would have taken, my knuckles white on the steering wheel as I peer through the blinding snowstorm. Panic tightens my chest with each passing moment. She should have been back hours ago, and the storm has only worsened as the time has passed.
“She had to have taken this route,” my wolf explains. “She’s taken it countless times before.”
I sigh. “I know,” I reply out loud. It just doesn’t make sense, though; if Abby had to stay at the shopping center because of the snowstorm, then she would have called me. The only scenario I can think of where she wouldn’t have called me is if she wound up somewhere with no service or…
If she’s hurt.
My heart pounds with the thought of that option. I shake
