The note Nic had left her along with its unspoken promise no longer comforted her. Lunchtime had come and gone, and Nic hadn’t showed. She’d tried calling him. His cell she’d found in the hallway with his wet pants, and nobody answered at his house. Riley had left messages on both his home phone and Hannah’s cell. Neither had been returned. She wanted to ask the other pack members if they’d seen him but couldn’t. Unless she used his dad as an excuse, she had no legitimate reason to seek him out, in the pack’s eye at least. For years, she’d been forced to keep her love for Nic a secret. Some days it had been incredibly hard to be in the same room with him and not gravitate toward him or follow his every move with her gaze. Her indifference had been the only thing that had allowed them to be together. She completed another circuit around the room and cursed. Had she misread him? If so, what more could she do? There were only a few hours left before his pack stole him from her.
