(Dimitri’s POV)
I stretched around, trying to pull my mate closer to me. The bed is cold, where could she be? I open my eyes, scanning the room as I feel Demon grumbling in a panic. Demon, do not worry yourself yet. I am sure she wouldn’t have been taken out of our bed. Plus, I still smell her.
‘I want mate. Go find mate and make sure she isn’t hurt.’ Demon growled in frustration. I wish he would calm down sometimes, but mates are our wolf's other half. He is scared of losing her and I know the feeling. It seems trouble always finds our little mate, no matter how much I try to shield her.
I walk into the bathroom, seeing the freshly foggy mirror, I can tell she had to have taken a shower in the last hour. I walk out of the bathroom, throwing on black sweats and a little blue tee shi
