One hundred and Forty-Nine

Seth

The minute Connor and Xander left, I turned to the nearest wall and let out a punch, over and over and over, until my knuckles busted and the pain spread to every partvof my arm.

But that didn't distract me from the pain within. Connor kept in here, making me promise to sit still for a while, he was going to return immediately with solutions.

I knew he was only keeping me here to prevent me from going on a killing spree to find my mate when it turns out she was just sleeping in a garden somewhere. But I knew she wasn't sleeping in any garden.

Someone took her and I had to hunt them down, and pluck their limbs one by one. Night was descending, yet I had not seen her. I haven't found my mate.

Letting my blood stain the floor, I sat at the edge of the bed, scrolling through my phone, looking at a picture I took of her when she just woke up. This was yesterday morning.

We were okay. I wasn't looking for my wife then.

Now everything was screwed up. Not being able to take it anym