~Rowan’s Point of View~
“What do you mean he’s gone,” I question, annoyed with the female standing in front of me.
“I don’t know, his entire family left earlier today. Like their house is empty. Nobody at Dark Thunder knows anything,” she says, shrugging. I make a face, but pass her the wad of cash in my hand anyhow. I can’t take my anger out on some random she-wolf but right now my temper doesn’t understand that.
I quickly teleport back to the bar, not knowing where else to go. I’ve lost Otis and now Luke. It isn’t acceptable.
When I catch a floral scent near one of the doors that’s barely still attached to the ruined building, I follow it. It hadn’t been there the other night, but then again there were a hundred scents. Once inside I find there’s a table still in good shape, virtua
