Reed POV:
The damn bloodsucker wasn't answering his phone.
And I didn't know where she was, if she was safe, or when he was bringing her back—if at all. He was supposed to deliver her to the neutral grounds. The school was safe territory, ruled by neither vampire nor wolf. But apparently, that arrangement meant nothing if he couldn't even bother to pick up his goddamn phone.
I don't even want to talk about how I got his number in the first place—it was messy, humiliating, and involved groveling to an ancient council rep who thinks werewolves are nothing but glorified mutts. But I swallowed my pride because he had her. My mate.
And I needed to know she was safe.
The phone rang again. Straight to voicemail.
My grip tightened around the phone, claws threatening to pierce through the casing. "Pick up, Blaze," I growled under my breath, pacing the edge of the neutral territory like a caged animal. "Pick up before I cross this damn line and drag her out myself."
