Pandora’s POV.
It has been thirteen days since we left the Night Stalker’s Pack and we still haven’t found the handle. My time for my heat is only hours away and I’m becoming desperate.
My mates have become more protective of me. They keep sniffing me and growling and licking my flesh. Nathaniel has just been sniffing and groaning before storming away towards the crypt, like he has been doing a lot lately.
I know these are the side effects of the impending heat. I have had pains and hot flashes. I know it won’t be long before I turn into a s*x-crazed b***h who will hump anything with a d**k, and I moan at the thought. Quickly shaking my head of the thought. I need to find this handle.
We have searched every millimetre of the packlands and nothing.
“Maybe it will show itself moments
