Chapter 4
I woke to an empty hotel room, mate absent.
No, not absent—gone. My gut ached with an intensity I hadn’t felt since casting Hunter out of my ramshackle pack a month earlier. And when I reached out tentatively with my mind in search of our mate bond, I found nothing but darkness.
Somehow, I knew Hunter hadn’t just slipped away to pick up a cup of coffee and the morning paper.
You’re overreacting, I told myself. But my wolf growled within my skin, her nose picking up on clues my human half hadn’t been able to decipher. And when I tore through the suite to confirm her supposition, the signs were indeed ominous.
The three bloodling pups were no longer present and their bathroom den looked no worse than if a few humans had taken half a dozen showers apiece there. Hunter’s suitcas
