***Jeremy's POV***
It has been a week since my mate disappeared. I have neglected to prepare for and attend any of my gigs. I am going downhill, but I couldn't give a shit about my image. All I care about is my mate; I need her! She is all that I can think about. The longer we are tied together in this bond, the more I lose my resolve. She has become my whole fucking world, and that is dangerous! She is my everything, and I am struggling.
“Araaah!” I scream as I bench press weights by myself, roaring each time as I lift the bar away from my face. On the last lift, I threw the fucking thing across the room, leaving a massive hole in the wall.
Drud takes over, and we let out a deafening roar of agony and anger. We lift the treadmill and throw it against the other gym equipment, creating complete desolation. This chaos was not enough. The room echoed with our bones cracking, grinding and snapping as we shifted into our two-legged werewolf form. Drud and I are in sync, but our judgment
