Chapter- Thirty
Augustus Alasdair was furious. He was angry, livid and ready to claw out of his own skin and rip his teeth into the next person to stand in front of him, and this was without factoring in the fact that his mate drugged him and left him out for cold for a whole f*****g night and he had to hike through a forest that made walking through a pit of burning fire seem like an afternoon hobby. He couldn’t track her scent, he couldn’t shift into the wolf form that desperately wanted out; wanted to run, wanted to spill blood, wanted answers for the constant tugs of burning pain at his pack bonds, that wanted to find her- He just wants to find her for god’s sake.
The fact that the only way he can track her within the circumstances is through the aches in the pack bonds doesn’t help
