THIRD PERSON’S POV
As Xavier recalled the events from last week, the discomfort on his chest started growing rapidly. He stared out the large window, watching the trees sway with the wind.
It has been a week since that incident, and not a day had passed without the ache in his chest intensifying. His wolf was restless, pacing back and forth in his mind, yearning for the presence of their mate.
In fact, whether Xavier admits it to himself or not, he felt a pang of regret… of guilt. He kept thinking of the possibilities whether everything would take a turn if he had only rushed to Isabella’s side that day, and instead fight the rogues with her.
But all those was just his wishful thinking. Isabella was now nowhere to be found. He had already sent his pack warriors to search through the
