Damon's Point of View
I gave up looking for her around dawn. Tracked her scent as far as I could, but it just... disappeared. Like she'd vanished into thin air or something.
Frustrating as hell.
By the time I got back home in the pack, the sun was already climbing and I was in a s**t mood. Lost my mate. Got into it with Mother. Spent half the night wandering around like an i***t.
Great start to the day.
I barely made it through the front door before Giselle came flying at me.
"Damon! You're back!" She grabbed my arm, practically bouncing. "Oh my goddess, you will not believe what happened last night. I helped someone! Well, the fireflies did, but I directed them so it counts—"
"Giselle. Coffee first. Talking second." I tried to move past her toward the kitchen.
She followed anyway.
