Our convoy arrived in Oregon the following day and the leader of that group welcomed us into the packhouse and we got settled into our rooms straight away. I took my bag into my room and I sat on the bed looking around and I got up and looked out the window. Someone then knocked on the door and I invited them in.
"How are you doing?" Collins asked.
"I'm alright." I say.
"Don't lie to me." She says.
"What am I supposed to say? My mate has been kidnapped by those pricks and I can feel everything that he is feeling. No matter the distance, I can feel him." I say.
"I know. I've noticed that since Landon marked me. I can feel his feelings and his emotions. It's a little overwhelming." She says.
"You get used to it. But I don't know if I can get used to this." I say.
"What?" She asked wa
