Page 57 of Midnight Mate
He let me go, and with trembling hands, I buckled my seat belt.
The moment it clicked into place, Travis hit the gas, and we took off out of town.
16
Easton
Angus snorted a goodbye along the edge of the woods near Nicole’s then turned and slipped off into the shadows of the forest. I waited until the magic of my shift had secured my clothing in place once again and then limped out of the trees to my truck.
It was past three in the morning as I drove back to Cat’s, but I didn’t care.
We had unfinished business.
At the front door, I stopped short, heart pounding. The door was cracked open, and I was damn sure I’d shut it when I left. I hesitated, senses prickling as I strained to listen then shoved my way inside.
“Cat?” I yelled, stomping into the dark living room.
Empty.
“Cat!” I tore down the hall and into her bedroom.
The bedside lamp was on. Her bed was empty, her covers tossed.
Shit.
“Cat!”
I backtracked to the bathroom. Also empty.
My wolf stirred, rising to the surface, begging to be let free so it could track its mate.
I stomped back to the living room, pacing.
“Easton?”
Rudy emerged from the hall, rubbing his eyes and stifling a yawn.
“I didn’t realize you were a yeller. Just let me get my earplugs, and I’ll—”
“Where is she?” I demanded.
“Who?” His eyes flew fully open.
“Who do you think?” I demanded, worry making my voice louder.
“In her room. I’d say sleeping, but with all the noise you’re making—”
“She’s not there,” I said. “Did she go anywhere? Where would she go?”
“In the middle of the night? Nowhere.” Rudy’s expression registered worry. Then fear.
I followed his gaze to the window and saw that, like the front door, it hung open.
“I closed that before I went to bed,” he said. “I’m sure of it.”
His gaze swung back to mine.
“Travis,” we said together.
