Book 2 -43-

[Going Home]

SEBASTIAN

“Rory, it’s been weeks! Weeks!” I swiped everything from my desk to the floor. “Where the hell is she?” Among the mess was a framed photo of Sierra and me, grinning stupidly and goofily at each other.

I ran my hand through my hair, trying, but failing miserably, to suppress the sweltering rage coursing through me. Just knowing that after all this time, I was no closer to bringing my mate home was utterly agonizing.

I have been more than patient in recent weeks. Deep down, I had hoped Zaiden would return her to me. Or prayed by some miracle she would find her way home. I was wrong. Because not only was my pack irate over their Luna’s disappearance, I was having a hard time controlling Atticus.

“Honestly, do you think throwing a tantrum will bring her back? C’mon, Sebastian,” Rory chided, shaking his head.

Just as I was about to snap at him, a knock at the door interrupted the conversation. The door creaked open, and my mother poked her head in, her face dis