Chapter Fifty-Four
“Talon!” Bridgette shouted, but I didn’t slow down. Instead, I made my way home to grab my bag and my bike. I was going to go to the local shifter bar. It didn’t matter what it took, I was going to find out what pack Derrick belonged to and then I was going to find Nevie.
When I did, I was never going to let her go. Dead or not.
***Derrick POV***
Three days.
Three days since I’d heard her voice.
Three days since she’d smiled at me.
I missed my mate, and my wolf hadn’t made a sound. I knew that he was mourning the loss of what could be. It felt strange to feel so empty in my own head. Not to have the constant presence of my wolf. Comforting and familiar.
I couldn’t ask my pack about this, there wasn’t one. Yes, there was a pack that I was technically part of.
