Gideon’s POV
I searched for hours.
There were no signs of Avery. No scent. No tracks. Nothing pointing to where she had gone or why.
All I had left was the ghost of that sensation I’d briefly felt—the moment when I’d sensed her making the decision to leave—and nothing more.
Still, I searched. Avery was my mate, even if she didn’t want to accept me yet. I wasn’t just going to let her leave. Or be taken. I wasn’t sure which one it had been, but I knew I wouldn’t let her slip away from my life so easily.
“Perhaps it’s time to head back, Alpha,” my Beta said. The sun had long since gone down, turning the sky into a dull shade of grayish blue. We had been at this for six hours now, maybe even more. I lost track. “We can search again in the morning.”
Morning? By morning, she could be dead.
