Noah
The single text from Hannah stared up at them from their screens: “WATERFALL!”
“Waterfall…?” Zoe muttered, scratching her head as she looked at her own screen. “Has Hannah finally lost it?”
Drake pursed his lips. “Maybe she’s playing a prank…”
Noah wanted to side with the others and believe that Hannah was just playing some kind of joke, or maybe that she was even drunk, but he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of… urgency wash over him upon seeing that text.
“Something is wrong,” his wolf growled, bristling with worry. “I can sense it… Our mate is in trouble.”
Noah’s chest clenched at that word: mate. Maybe he forgot that he and Hannah were mated sometimes, or maybe he chose not to act like it. But they were, and his wolf was right. Something was wrong.
