Amelia didn’t have a clue what she was going to do when she did eventually find it, but either way, she was going to make sure it never hurt her dog again.
She started in the location where she first saw that figure. That stupid figure. Shehadn’t been making that up.
Stepping into the thick bushes, she looked around. There were no footprints or discernable tracks to suggest anything had been near her home.
After taking a deep breath, she couldn’t smell anything either. She lifted up and looked around—nothing.
This was her first track, and next, she started to walk in the direction of where her dogs took off it.
One foot in front of the other, taking her time. Moving. Inhaling. Whenever she heard any sounds she couldn’t analyze straight away, she paused and listened.
Nothing.
“I’m not leaving this damn forest until I know what the fuck is going on.”
Chapter Eleven
Wolfe missed Amelia.
Hehadn’t gone to see her, but he knew the pack was filling up with rumors and gossip. He’d already seen that her apartment building had been vandalized.
Which pissed him off.
Hehadn’t seen Amelia though.
Nor Boyan and Enzo.
Running fingers through his hair, he stared down at the second whiskey bottle of the day.
“You know, if it doesn’t work the first time, you kind of have to call it quits,” Rocco said.
“Yeah, I think it sucks that we can never get drunk.” He swallowed the last quarter of a bottle and placed it on the table.
“You’re hurting.”
“Nah, I’m not hurting.”
“You pissed offabout Amelia?” Rocco asked.
Wolfe glared at him. “There’s nothing between Amelia and me.”
“Sure,” Rocco said. “And the sun doesn’t shine in the morning or set at night.” He rolled his eyes.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“What is the problem with being with her, exactly?” Rocco asked.
“Besides the fact she’s a liar?” Wolfe asked.
Roccoshrugged. “Say she didn’t lie. What is wrong with wanting to be with her? She’s a beautiful woman. A member of the pack.”
“She’s weak.”
“And we all know how Wolfe values strength,” Draco said, taking a seat at the table.
“I don’t recall inviting you.”
“You didn’t invite Rocco either, but seeing as I’ve seen you drink nothing but whiskey, I figured you needed a wake-up call.” Draco placed a large mug of coffee on the table. “Made it myself.”