Jacob's POV
I've been searching for Arya the whole day. I called my brother to extend the search, and he sent some of his men. I inspected her car once more, and it seemed that someone had punctured her tires, but who could it be? I try to think, but no one comes to mind.
"Who could have taken her?" My Beta, Isaac, says, and I sigh, closing my eyes as I try to connect with her Lycan. However, I fail, and even if she were in range, I'm unsure if I could talk to her without having marked her first.
We continue the search for my woman, all while watching the babies on the cam we installed in the common area, they are crying. The two nannies are doing their best to quieten them; however, they fail to soothe them. Can they feel that their mommy is away? That she's in danger. My heart starts to race as those thoughts invade my mind. What if my enemies took her as vindication against me? What if my mate is harmed? I run faster and search in slums and brothels, everywhere I can.
