Forty.

Zane

“Is that Addie?” Stevens slows the car and frowns. I look to see Addie leaning against a van, the bonnet popped open, chewing on her nails. A giveaway that she was nervous and also normally a sign that she is concealing information.

Willow isn’t here. Her scent continued much further on than where the van is stopped. Whoever it is that Addie is working with, they have split up and the other person has my little wolf.

Addies hazel eyes dart between Stevens and I as he stops the car right next to her. Sheer panic written on her face. We were the last people she was expecting to see.

“Engine trouble?” I snarl

“Don’t be mad.” Addie mutters, holding up her hands to me as I get out of the car. She had chewed her nails so short that blood lingered on her fingertips.

“What the fuck are you playing at? Where is Willow?”

She curls her hands up into balls and drops them. “I’m really sorry, she didn’t make it.”

She didn't really expect me to believe that, did she? I would no if she was dead.