It had been two weeks since Anna ran away from home and they still hadn’t heard any news from the Vegas Pack whether they had found her. He was terrified that something may have happened to her now and didn’t know what to do. He was also frustrated with the way things were going with Drew. Ever since he had run Anna off, he had refused to return to their bed, either sleeping in a spare bedroom, or just not sleeping at all. A few times, Carter had found him crashed out on the office sofa, after he had gone days with no sleep. It was like he camped out in the home office all the time, waiting to hear anything he could. Things had settled around the compound since they killed Robert‘s group, but Carter’s life was still in disrepair without his little human. He had never in his life thought he could love a human as much as he loved Anna and the fact that he had lost her killed him inside. If anything had happened to her, he was sure that Drew, and he would probably perish for real.
