Jaxson
I ransack the entire cabin, all but ripping off the floorboards, and I can’t even find a hint of her scent. My anger is bubbling, my wolf barking in my head. I need to shift and kill every single person in here until they tell me where my mate is. Luke grabs my shoulder, turning me around, and pointing at a little scrap of fabric on the floor behind the couch.
I kneel over it, pulling it into my fingertips, and I realize soon it’s not fabric, even if it resembles a few strands of string. It’s hair. It’s long and white, cut evenly as if sliced from her head, and I bring it to my nose to double-check, filling my senses with the floral perfume of my mate’s natural aroma.
My body trembles.
I push the couch clear across the room, throwing the table through a window and continue des
