Luke’s P.O.V.
I was having the worst day ever. Since Bree had walked out on me last night, I had heard nothing from her, and it was slowly eating me alive from the inside out. I needed to talk to her, I needed to be able to look at her while we would talk. And I decided that once Ash would give me a break, I would do just that. I would go and search for her, and I would talk to her. Even if that meant that I would have to go all caveman on her, throw her over my shoulder and lock her up in a room, in order to make her listen to me. By this point, I was becoming desperate. I needed to know what she was feeling, thinking about all of this pup-news. The not knowing, the silence surrounding it, it was turning me mad. If this would continue on, I would be good for the looney bin within the wee
