Bea
I sighed, closed the book, and went to the kitchen to find my mate. When I came in and found it empty, I frowned and frowned, and it was here until recently.
Connor, I called through our mental link, but he didn’t answer.
Through our bond, I felt something, even if light, a bit of anguish and a pinch of happiness, and I wondered what he was doing, then I noticed the open French window and looked out, seeing his shirt left on the patio.
I sigh and close the window, he’s probably running through the woods. I shook my head and went back to the room, along the way, I fixed the photos that had moved slightly, paying attention to that of Ava, one of the few I had of my little girl before...
Kara, my she-wolf, howled in agony in my head, as she had done for 17 years. Seventeen years of agony without our baby, without our little angel.
We had searched everywhere, searched all the territories from north to south, but we never found it again.
I shook my head and bit my lower lip to keep my
