Theon barely remembered the journey to Genevieve's house. One moment he had been climbing into the passenger seat beside his father, and the next the familiar streets had blurred together beneath the pale light of Christmas Eve morning. The anger inside him shimmered amd he had against his chest as it continued to ache for his mate.
The mate bond had never felt like this before. It wasn't simply grief or guilt. It was alive, pulling painfully at something deep within him, making every breath feel heavier than the last. His wolf paced restlessly beneath his skin, refusing to settle down no matter how many times he tried to steady himself.
Normally, the roads would have been filled with people heading to spend Christmas Eve with their families, but Theon hardly noticed any of themor anything else happening around them. All he could think about was Azaria. Every second that passed without knowing where she was felt like another second slipping beyond his reach.
