Caz
“I’m going after her.”
My voice was sharp as steel and just as frayed. I was already moving, getting ready to shift. My heart was pounding, chest too tight, every inch of me trembling with restrained panic.
Dean stood across from me, arms crossed, jaw tight. His wolf, Storm, wasn’t far from the surface. I could feel the pressure of his aura rippling in the air between us, barely leashed.
“You think I’m going to try and stop you?” he growled. “I’ve got trackers assembling. Heidi’s combing intel. We’ll find her.”
“But what if we don’t find her fast enough?” I snapped, shoving a knife into my boot and turning to face him. “She’s in heat, Dean. Every damn second she’s out there, she’s vulnerable. And she’s hurting.”
He didn’t argue with me. That scared me more than anything. It meant
