Emmett pov
I lost Colt, running around endlessly out here in the dark. He was eighteen now, his eyesight was slightly better and he was able to navigate through the dark. Of course, this all had to happen on such a cloudy night, hiding the Moonlight as it tried in vain to spill out in between the cracks in the clouds. The first place I went was the packhouse, but of course, his room was empty. I went to my room as well, wishful thinking, by why would he go there? Sure his room would be the first I would go to, but he wasn’t in love with me like I was with him.
I could still feel his soft hair in between my fingers when I brushed it back, forgetting all about his father being there. I was stupid, touching him like that, but neither Colt nor Uncle Tate noticed anything weird. It wasn’t un
