***[POV: Not This Guy Again]***
I slam my fist into the tree trunk again, feeling the bark scrape against my knuckles. The pain is almost welcome. Something real to focus on besides the constant, nagging pull. Right there above my chest that won't fucking go away.
Almost a week. It's stung there since she ran, and I'm still here marked like I'm some lovesick pup while she's out there free.
The hunters we sent past the river found nothing but cold trails until the boundaries. Looping and constant paths like some damn butterfly made them.
The 'formal request' to neighboring packs yielded jackshit so far. She's like a ghost - a ghost that haunts me. A witch that tricked me.
My father's disappointment for everything going this sideways is bad enough. The glances from the others in the pack are worse. Kyle's pity makes me want to rip something apart.
If his mom wouldn't poison me in my sleep, it would be him. I drive my fist into the tree again, harder this time.
