Arianna
I couldn’t stay inside the Alpha house.
Every room reminded me of Easton.
The kitchen reminded me of the way he’d looked at me that morning, completely unconcerned that Braxton had caught us together. The hallway reminded me of the feel of his hand wrapped around mine outside the diner. Even the guest room Samantha insisted I rest in smelled faintly of cedar and pine—scents that blended just enough with Easton’s ocean breeze that it made my chest ache.
It was becoming unbearable.
I slipped out the back door without telling anyone where I was going.
The fresh air should have helped.
Instead, every step I took only made me more restless.
The mating bond was still new. I could feel Easton somewhere out there, not enough to know exactly where he was, but enough to know he was a
