VIKTOR.
NB: CONVERSATIONS WITH WOLVES ARE DONE INTERNALLY.
I return to our spot with my hands full only to find Rowan missing.
“What the-”
Where did she go?
Turning, I look around trying to find her in the crowd, no such luck.
“She couldn't have gone back to the pack now, could she?” I mutter to myself as I head back to the food truck.
“Excuse me,” I called one of the servers. “Can I have a to go pack for all these?”
“Sure thing. Give me a moment.”
Less than a minute later, I'm carrying two brown bags, moving through the crowd searching for my mate.
Everything was going well, wasn't it?
She was smiling, teasing me, we were good.
So what could happen that would cause her to leave like that?
“Maybe she was spooked?” My wolf supplies.
“Spooked? I don't know about that, Rowan doe
