38 - Too Late

~Punch’s Point of View~

*My room, twenty minutes, not negotiable,* I say, over mind-link to both Missile and Klunk.

They both half assed reply, clearly groggy and sleepy. I fall into a chair and rub my face. When I finally look at Hazel, she’s got her arms crossed and she’s pacing. The anger is practically radiating from her and honestly, it’s a bit terrifying. I feel so many different things at once I’m almost freakishly relaxed because it almost doesn’t seem real.

No doubt a long night of solid fucking my mates still has me in a twist.

“He said they had you on video, obviously that’s bullshit. Where’s your pack vest at right now,” she asks, dropping to her knees in front of me.

I growl and make fists with my hands. Picking up my phone, I dial Buddy. His wolf has the best nose out of any of us.

“Reeve, you okay,” the male answers.

“Not really. I need you to shift and give my room a thorough deep dive. Especially on and around my bed where I left my vest. The only scents that s