SEBASTIAN COLLARD
Something’s wrong. I feel a pull on my mate bond, but it’s getting weaker. I have to check in on her. I grab the car keys and make my way to the door. The pack house is situated in the valley outside Windy Acres and it’s about a thirty minutes’ drive to town. What is she up to?
I drive above the speed limit, panic squeezing my chest. My arms are burning. What is happening to me? I race for the Slate house. Jax is not happy either. He’s pacing and growling, and I must fight him to keep control. “Unknown smell, something happened.” I tense up. This does not sound good.
I come to a screeching halt in front of her house. The front door is locked. I go around the back and find the door wide open. The stench of another wolf hangs heavy in the air but it is not a ro
