Lance
I give up knocking on the front door and head to the back, adrenaline pumping. Charlie hasn’t answered texts or calls. I shoot a text to Deke: Has Sadie heard from Charlie? She’s not answering her calls.
I know she wanted space, but when she didn’t text me back, I got worried. I wrack my brain, trying to figure out where else she might have gone.
Deke replies: Sadie hasn’t. Channing’s on it. Channing can track her cell.
I force open the back door and walk briskly through the house. Lights off, place quiet. No sign of Charlie. My wolf is restless.
“Take it easy,” I say aloud. “She’s fine. She’s just taking a walk. Or running an errand—without her car.”
My phone rings. When I answer, Channing says, without waiting for a greeting, “Cell data says she’s in Taos. Pinpointing now.”
