Archer’s P.O.V.
I felt a bit like an ass, getting up way too early this morning, or actually not being able to sleep at all the past night, and finding myself standing at Bec’s front door, before it was even 8 in the morning. But I had to! I had to see Bec again. I had to make sure that she was safe. My wolf was getting restless, not knowing where my mate was and what she was doing. And I knew I would only become calm again, once I would see her again with my own eyes and know that she was really safe. So, here I was again, standing at her door, when it hadn’t even been 12 hours since I had seen her last. But in those 12 hours of last seeing her, it had become so clear to me, that this was the place where I needed to be, at least for now, until I was able to convince Bec to move to the Gr
