I don't leave Drakes office because if I do I snap at some people, my nerves are on eghe. I am barely eating and I can not say that I am sleeping because I spent about five hours looking at security footage to find the car. It has been two days now and I am getting really really restless, I just need him home and safe.
“Esme eat!”
I look up from the papers I have been going through for the past three hours, it is some official pack business. I need to know if Drake had any enemies or owed someone money but he owed no one money and has of course hundred of people that would love to kill him.
“Did you know about this folder?” I ask Holly holding up a very heavily folder.
She looks confused at me and walked closer to read the label on the folder, Death threats. When I found this folder
