Max
It takes me a hot minute, but I manage to pull myself together. I start looking at the pieces of glass, looking for a clue as to what happened. I hear multiple pairs of feet join me, but I don’t let it distract me from my mission.
I hear a gasp, followed by, “I’m calling the police.” I am not sure if that will be very helpful, but whatever helps the humans feel safe.
I find the rock that broke the window. It’s attached to a note. I open it up.
I end up reading the note over and over again, each time feeling as shocked as the first time.
“Finally, Max? Too bad you are about to lose it. Moon Stone will pay for what I lost.”
This can’t be happening. The letter directly targets me. It implies that someone knows that I finally found my mate. And that someone is threatening me, tel
