Page 78 of Forced Plus-Size Mate

“Sounds good to me.”

We hang up, and I immediately call Lucy. It rings out, and I almost hurl my phone across the room.

Instead, I shift and wander around the house. I can detect Amanda’s scent a little more easily in this shape, but it’s still very thin. I track it through the front door and down the driveway, but that’s where it stops.

I look down the road, growling deep in my throat. My heart feels like it’s being shredded with every beat.

If Decker didn’t take them… then she left me. She actually left me.

Again.

I run back inside and get dressed. When I grab my phone, there’s a message from Bae.

Looks like there’s not a single witch in town. New Hope hasn’t seen them, either.

Have you managed to reach Lucy?I type back.

No, it rang out.

“Fuck!” I grumble, grabbing my keys and running for my truck. I should be heading straight to Shelley’s, but both instinct and good sense are telling me to go to Lucy’s house.

If anyone knows, she does.

A chill suddenly twists in my guts as I realize she might be gone, too. I could pull up to Peter’s house to find him in the same state as me. The thought fans the flames of my anxiety into a blooming cloud of full-on terror.

Calm down.

Not fucking likely.

I roar through Silver Meadows, parking awkwardly across Lucy’s driveway and ruining the lawn. I don’t even notice the destruction as I run for the front door and hammer on it.

“Hey, hey!” Peter calls. “I’m coming, stop killing the door!”

I bounce on my feet impatiently while I wait. Peter opens up, looking like he was yanked out of a very deep sleep.

“Is Lucy here?” I demand.

“Yeah, of course she is. What are you talking about?”

“Are you sure?” I almost shout, shoving him out of the way. Peter gives me a look of alarm and follows me down the hallway.

“Lucy!” I yell, following her scent. I burst into the living room to see her sitting on the couch, rocking baby Isla. When she looks up at me, her eyes look dark. Haunted by deep secrets.

“Where is she?” I demand.

Lucy just shakes her head.

“Who?” Peter asks, standing behind me. He scratches his head lightly and blinks, still trying to wake himself up.

“I can’t, Body—” Lucy begins.

“No!” I roar, thick with despair. “You have to tell me what you know. If we don’t get some kind of clue, we’ll attack Decker pack. Last night, we got intel that they intended to murder all the witches. I’ll tear Decker apart limb from limb if he’s hurt her.”

Lucy’s eyes widen, and she hugs Isla closer to her chest. “I didn’t know this!” she cries.

“You were asleep when I got home,” Peter says to her. “I didn’t want to wake you. I was planning to discuss it with you today.”

“Lucy, where is she?” I plead.

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