Beck POV
The cold came in on Monday night.
It was the first real one of the year. By midnight the grass in her yard had gone stiff and silver, and I could see my own breath at the tree line.
I had been standing there for an hour.
It was my first time back in nine days. I had told myself I would stay in the trees. She would come out with the trash, or sit on the step, and I would see for myself that she was all right. Then I would go home.
She didn't come out.
The boy's car was gone, and had been since before I got there. The downstairs was dark. It was one in the morning, and there was one light left on in the whole house, in the upstairs bedroom.
My little night owl was still awake.
My wolf wasn't having it. He had gone nine days without her hands on him, and he could not see why
