Alpha Laven’s POV:
I rarely sleep anymore. I stayed up sitting on my- our bed, thinking of her. Sometimes I felt something stabbing my body, anger consuming me because I knew something was happening to Chayse. When I did sleep in the early stages of Chayse gone, my Beta would find me calling out for her, nightmares haunting me about what could've happened. I let my face fall into my hands, one of her shirts next to me. Her scent had faded only a few days ago. I had tried several times before now, but it was hopeless. Her last scent was gone. Now I only have the memories.
I growled at myself, straining to keep it all calm. Then I felt something tug. I snarled and jumped up and ran down the stairs, slamming my front door and getting into my car, making sure it went at the top speed to the
