Penny POV Waking up the next morning was difficult. After the display on the T.V. I had to unplug it and crawled into bed. Crying myself to sleep was all I could do. Now, a massive headache pounded every inch of my head. My eyes felt like they were going to pop out at any moment. That sandpaper fee
Colt POV My office door opened without anyone knocking. “Did you even sleep?” Carson walked in with more energy than I cared for. Everyday that I was away from Penny, my mood reflected that. “What do you think?” I asked. Truthfully, I don’t think I have slept since she was taken. How many days wa
“Time to wake up.” Someone shook me. Only blackness filled my vision but soon all the sounds of people opening car doors and slamming them shut confused me. “We are here?” I tried to open my eyes but it was hard. The sun was too bright and I just wanted to go back to the blackness. “Yeah. We are
“Not sure why you need to see this. You have already been down here.” THe old man grumbled as we made our way down the stairs. Since there wasn’t any lights on, it was completely black until he switched them on. Just like last time, it was like a concrete bunker. Really, I was just wasting time. Wi
“They are watching the casino that Joe was at. I haven’t actually heard from them.” Pulling out my phone, I sent them a text, asking if there was any updates. Carson wasn’t driving the fastest but the anticipation was very thick. Nora’s head popped between Carson and I but she was looking out the
Penny POV “Penny! Are you doing okay? You have been in there for awhile!” Rosalie kept knocking on the door. I was so conflicted with her that I wasn’t sure how to feel. Currently, I was leaning on the vanity for support from the contractions. Assuming this was false labor, I refused to show it.
Colt POV “Come on. Let’s get in the SUV and see where the road leads us.” Carson turned and walked back to the vehicle. My heart sank when I didn’t get a response from Penny. I knew it was a long shot but I needed something. Just the little bit of hope that she was okay. I knew she was alive sinc
As fast as my wolf was, he was not able to run over 100 miles per hour. The need to get back to protect my pack was making my physically itch. My skin was crawling with anxiety. Every time a warrior got hurt or kill would sent a sharp pain in my stomach. They were trained in multiple techniques of