Amber’s P.O.V.
Once I started running, I urged my wolf Amika to lead me back to our mate. To use my wolf’s smell to track down Tyler’s scent and to take me back to the cabin. Which, like a miracle, seemed to work just fine. All the remaining trucks from the Russo clan were still parkere there, but were now being blocked by black SUV’s belonging to the Romano clan. Guns were used, men were getting killed. These two clans were at war with each other. And it all didn’t matter a damn thing to me, the only thing that I cared about was lying down at the front door. Only when my eyes scanned the place where they had last seen Tyler lying down, did we see that he was gone. A sob left my throat, wondering if someone had already gotten rid of his body so quickly. But that couldn’t be. I could still
