Chapter Seventeen 1. Sally

"Celeste?"

Sally stood at the edge of the bushland, a pair of borrowed boots on her feet. She wished they had had time to stop at her home, she missed her jeans, but for now cargo pants that were a size too big would have to do. 

The bushland was growing on her. Once she had been sure it never would, but instead she found herself drawn to the thin trees, the crunch of the leaves under her feet. She would now and forever equate the dry land with her mates. She could almost see Hunter's lion form slinking through the trees. But it wasn't Hunter she was looking for. Nona didn't seem at all phased by Celeste's disappearance, and though she could see it eating at Hunter, he'd received a phone call from the Office and had to be the CEO.

So she'd snuck out of the house, making her way to the bush quickly. But now she stood there, unsure. Celeste obviously didn't want to see anyone. Including her, or she would have responded when she had tried to reach out.  B