Jeremy’s POV
Daphne doesn’t have her. Not here on this piece of property anyway. The realization slams into me like a fist to the chest, leaving my lungs tight and my wolf’s claws itching beneath my skin as I leave the property of her house. A deep, primal, gut-wrenching hollow inside me twists with the knowledge she’s injured somewhere, and I have no clue where. My fingers dig into my hair roots, pulling sharply, almost viciously, as the frustration threatens to consume me. Every second she’s out there, alone, in pain, it feels like I’m failing her. My wolf is vibrating, shaking my bones.
The guards at Daphne’s residential compound had refused earlier to let us into the residential area and called the cops on us when we got aggressive. By the time Deputy Nora Price’s calls are answered,
