Evan was seething by the time he got back to the pack house. When he’d reached the eastern border, the patrol stationed there had looked at him like he’d lost his mind. They had no idea why Mark had sent him out.
When he tried to explain that someone had reported rogue sightings, both warriors just stared, confused and uneasy.
Evan had tried mindlinking Mark, but the Beta had his block up. Of course he did. By the time Evan gave up and started back, his hands were shaking. He shoved through the pack house doors, his boots striking the floor in quick, heavy steps.
He reached his bedroom and pushed open the door.
Empty.
He shouldn’t have been surprised. She was probably downstairs having breakfast. Or sparring. Or laughing with Mia.
He dragged both hands down his face, the frustration
