Page 4 of My Pucking Family

Why did they take her?

I feel my men approach, but I already know what they’re going to say. There's nothing we can do right now, and we need to go home and do what we can from there.

Slate is going to run her photo through facial recognition and screen all the traffic cameras in the area. If they have her in a car with regular windows, we might get lucky.

Eris and Dolos are going to use their spy skills from the army back home to track down our enemies and see if they can find anything out. It's naive to think that an ancient foe or rival wouldn't be involved.

Andrei looks as green as I feel. Seriously, is he going to throw up?Andrei, you good brother?He just shakes his head and walks away.

Well, okay then.

I walk inside to talk to Zoey before we leave. I knock on the door and wait as I hear her shuffling around the room.

She barely cracks open the door, and her eyes are red and puffy.“The guys and I are going to head out. Here's my number.Please let me know if you hear anything. Go ahead and text me so that I have your number, and I'll do the same.”

She accepts my phone number, but she doesn't look at me. She just nods her head a little and slowly shuts the door in my face. A moment later, my phone pings with the requested text, and I program her number into my phone.

I need to get out of here.

I need to go for a run.

I need to find my mate.

I burst through the door of the building, leaving my car on the lot for now. I have to shift. I need to let go and give myself to my wolf for a while. I've run all the way across campus when I finally hit an area wooded enough that I can let myself go.

I step behind the overgrown brush and stash my clothes for when I’m finished. Thick cream-colored fur replaces my smooth golden skin as a deep, mournful howl is ripped from my body. My wolf is livid. He's blaming me for dropping her off this morning because he just doesn’t get it. It's not like it was five or six hundred years ago. Hell, I don't even know how old my soul truly is. And no matter how much we want to, we can't just claim our women and keep them with us for every moment.

I run until it feels like my legs might actually fall off, and it still doesn't feel long enough. How the fuck am I supposed to do anything until we find her. We have an away game in two days and are supposed to fly out tomorrow morning. How the fuck am I supposed to give a fuck about hockey when she's all I can think about?

I've circled back to campus so I can grab my clothes and car I left here so many hours ago. I hate the sight of the campus and all these people carrying on with their lives like my whole world isn't crumbling. Like my reason for living isn't missing. Not missing. Taken.

I throw myself into the car and hope the guys have something—anything—when I get home.

4

Come on, Leera, you can do this.

Pull harder.

Pull yourself out of this darkness.

I will not die here.

I'm trying so hard to bring myself out of this horrible unconsciousness. The first time, it was all darkness. This time, I kept reliving the best and worst moments of my life.

Who took me?

Why was I taken?

Will I ever see Roman again?

I still can't open my eyes, but I’m shooting off brain signals to every inch of my body, hoping and praying that somethingwill move. Anything.

How long have I been here?

Is anyone looking for me?

Just when I feel like giving up, I feel my foot twitch. It was the tiniest twitch, but it's the only physical reaction I've gotten from my body in…well, since I was thrown into that van.

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