James’ POV
Waking up, I look at my phone. “f**k!” I yell. John startles, looking up from his book. “What’s wrong?” he asks. “She’s going to run. I knew something had happened.” I growl. Throwing some clothes on, I grab my keys and run out the door with John hot on my heels. “James! Slow down! We have to think this through.” He yells behind me. “f**k that. I’m done with waiting. I’m not letting my mate get away. I refuse to let her run, not when we can help her.” I growl back. I will not lose my mate. John knows that if we lose her, we will never recover. Getting into the car, I start it up. As it purrs to life, I roll down the window and yell at John, “Are you coming or not?” Reluctantly, John climbs into the front seat. I barely wait for him to close the door before speeding off. I can t
