Tobias
Three months, three long months without her, without touching her milky skin, without smelling her intoxicating scent, three months of nothing but anger and darkness.
Three months of sleeping in shitty motels while we travel around looking for her, only to come up empty. No word from her, not even to tell us if she is okay. Nothing but deafening silence through the bond. So silent it is chilling, trying to pull anything from it.
Is this some sick punishment from her? Can she not feel us either? Feel our desperation and longing for her?
My father went in the opposite direction to us, searching for his mate just like us. The despair I know he feels must be nearly killing him.
We aren’t as hopeless yet, still having Theo by my side is enough to keep my beast and darkest though
