I barely slept last night, I kept having nightmares about Ayla. Nightmares where she is
laughing at me. Telling me she meant every word she said in the letter. Other’s more
realistic where David, was abusing her, hurting her. Trying to break her and accept him as
her mate. Dreams where she doesn’t survive the abuse and dies. Every nightmare woke
me up gasping, drenched in sweat.
It’s 7 AM now I know there is a pack breakfast available from six- thirty. Still not that
hungry but I could do without Jessa being on my case. And somehow reminding myself I
need to eat and take care of myself so Ayla won’t be mad at me is comforting. It’s like I
am forcing myself to believe she is going to make it back to me in one piece. Despite what
my nightmares are telling me.
I sit up, ready to get out of bed. Again my eyes dart down the room, there is not a single
thing she had not packed. Knowing she was so excited about living together with me that
she didn’t even need to pack on the last day, was both comforting and depressing.
Knowing she loved me this much, that we were both as excited for the future was
comforting. It reminded me of the Ayla I loved. The she-wolf that could be a bit shy and
reserved at first, but who when she loved. Love whole-heartedly. To know despite all that
happened to her I had become the man to deserve that love still made me fly high.
Only she was not here with me, we weren’t about to put the last boxes in our cars so we
could drive home. Our home to our future. No, I had to sleep in the bed that once was hers
because she was taken away from me. And I had no clue how to find her, Mo onGo ddess
knows I’ve been trying. It had only been three days since she had been kidnapped. On the
one hand, it feels like an eternity without her. Without knowing how she is doing. Three
days where waking up feels difficult
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because every time I do I realize she is not there breathing is difficult. The sense of
missing her is wrapping around my chest like cold bands of steel. Squeezing tighter with
every breath I take.
On the other hand, I realize he couldn’t have taken her that far yet. We ruled out the fact
that they travel by a commercial airplane. There had not been any suspicious private
flights. Unless they flew without clearance but that would be impossible to track down.
This leaves us with two options, he either hid her somewhere close until the excitement
dies down. Or he is taking her home by car, but that would mean they would have had to
stop somewhere overnight. Tonight we are going to spread out and go to as many hotels
and motels as possible to show her picture there.
***
After my light breakfast which mostly consisted of coffee and some pastries. I spend more
time plucking at them than actually eating them. I make my way to the training ring as
Alpha Cedric requested, every available wolf that wants to help to try to see if Ayla stayed
in a hotel or motel overnight would gather there. As I am getting closer I hear the low buzz
of chatter. The kind of sad, quiet chatter that you hear during funerals. But it is loud like
there are dozens of people gathered together.
When I turn the corner I see that’s truly the case. There must be at least four dozen
wolves ready to go out and try and find clues about Ayla’s whereabouts. I choke up, seeing
how many wolves love her. Love her enough to go out and spend their entire day, some
even two to find her. Or to find any trace of her. When I reach Alpha Cedric, slowly
because my legs feel just as heavy as my heart is. He clasps my shoulder and faces me.
“Your mate, my niece, your Luna, and Queen, she is loved by all as you can see. And that
is why we are bringing her back home. To the place where she should be” He tells me and
for the first time in three
days I can share in his optimism a bit.
The permanent crease on his forehead, the bags under his eyes. There is no hiding his
worries. Nor do I think he is trying to. But he has a bit of hope left in him. Hope I lost but
as I listen to him divide the wolves into pairs. Seeing the abundance of hands raised when
he asks who wants to spend a night away from the pack so they can reach the motels
further down the road. It’s all so overwhelming and it makes me feel hopeful again too.
I want to save Ayla, but I am slowly understanding that I am not the only one. And that it
means that I do not have to do it all on my own. All these wolves here are just as
determined to get her back with us. The only risk of all of this is David finding out that my
video announcement was just a ploy to get him off our backs.
“Prince Griffin, can I join you so that you are going with someone who can hear the pack’s
mindlink?” I look at the shy elderly woman in front
of me.
She looks like she should be home, enjoying her well-earned rest. Yet she is here
summoning her courage to ask me as her Crown Prince if she can join me because she
thinks I am better off without someone from the White Oak pack as opposed to one of my
friends or guards.
“Yes, I would love that under the condition that you just call me Griffin we’re a team
today,” I tell her, because I know she is right I need someone with me who can mindlink
others or hear a mindlink if something happens.
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“My name is Dorothy, and I can see why Ayla loves you so much. You are just like her in a
sense” Dorothy answers giving me a motherly pat
on the arm.
I want to know what she means, and why she thinks I am just like Ayla in a sense. But it is
time to move to the cars. Cedric and I spent a few
hours last night to come up with a list of motels and hotels between the White Oak and
the Blood Moon pack. We made lists of three hotels each. Now with the almost fifty wolves
present. We would need no more than two days to reach all of them. Most of the time
would be spent on the road. Driving from one hotel to the other.
***
I had been right, we visited most of the hotels and motels on the list. Only the one further
away. The ones close to the BloodMoon pack were not questioned yet. Everyone either
came back to the White Oak pack or booked a room for the night to travel to the other
places in the morning. Because it was deemed wise for me to be on the pack ground in
case there is any new information I returned.
Dorothy was a formidable old lady, I had found out she was a distant relative of Ayla. That
determination and fierceness my beautiful mate has must be a family trait. Because
Dorothy seemed to have it in abundance too. But it did not change the fact that we still
didn’t find any clue. That we still weren’t any closer to finding Ayla. Leaving me so
frustrated I was barely able to function anymore. So when my phone rang, and I saw it
was my father for the first time in forever I wanted to decline the call and avoid talking to
him.
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