Chapter 11:

Alpha Dalton’s POV

Holy shit. She text me. I sat straight up and stared at the text message until my eyes started to water from not blinking. I have to play this cool but not too cool. I don’t want her to think I’m a dick, but I also don’t want her to think I’m a creep. I quickly typed and read what I wanted to send. I immediately back spaced. I sounded like a stage five clinger. I typed again and as I read out loud what I said I realized something that had completely went over my head. I didn’t have her gun. When I picked her up off the ground I didn’t hear anything fall out and I remember her being frantic about where her gun was. I wonder if she dropped it when she was at the scene. She had to have because I definitely don’t have it. I mind-linked both Connelly and Nick, “Did you guys happen to pick up Tyler’s gun or anything?” I waited about two minutes before I closed the link. I assume both of them are passed out right about now. I should be sleeping too, but now my mind was sear