Chapter Thirty - Eight

WOLF

She isn't up in her room, I've checked, fuck. The little meeting outside with Atlas went on longer than I would have liked. She was in her room, and I picked up her scent, so where the hell did she go?

I've checked everywhere downstairs, but still nothing, now the panic is setting in. I'm heading for the front door of the pack house when I suddenly hear someone call my name. Swinging around, I'm met with Edith popping her head out of the kitchen,

"Wolf, would you mind helping an old lady with something in here?" I'm about to say no, I'm looking for Sasha. But then I decide against it; I don't want to seem rude, even if I'm really desperate for my mate.

I hurry into the kitchen to find her standing right in front of the kitchen island. The smell hits me, and my stomach instantly does a backflip.

"What's that smell?" It's so sweet, warm, and unlike anything I've ever smelt before. The moment my eyes land on what's on the table, I blink, "Are those...?"

"Cookies, yes, they are. Just