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Chapter 737

CHAPTER 82 : A WOLF WITH FOUR CLAWS

*Soren*

When I got back to my room it was empty. I could still smell Mila’s fresh scent from the shower but she wasn’t anywhere to be found.

Frowning, I glanced around quickly for any sign of her.

My top dresser drawer was slightly open and the items on top of it were shifted slightly.

Creasing my brow, I went to the dresser and opened the top drawer all the way. All my shirts were tossed around and I saw the corner of the photograph sticking out from beneath my t-shirts.

Had Mila gone through my drawer?

If she had, she must have seen the picture of Ethan, Rosalie, and me.

My heart sank. Something wasn’t right here.

I went next door to Mila’s room to see if she was there. I knocked first but she didn’t answer.

“Mila?” I called, testing the knob.

It was unlocked and I went in.

Her room was empty, too, and I couldn’t see her backpack or any of her other belongings but I did see the dresses I’d given her hanging in the closet.

There was something on her dresser.

As I got closer, I saw bunches of her red hair, with strands of light blond mixed in. She’d hacked it off and left it in a heap.

Next to her hair was the last dose of her Blackfire antidote. Her poison wasn’t fully healed which meant that the full mate sense was still stifled and I wouldn’t be able to mindlink her even though I’d marked her.

What was going on?

Bowing my head, I sighed. Mila must have seen the picture and gotten the wrong impression of my relationship with Rosalie… or lack thereof.

Knowing Mila like I did, if she was upset, her first instinct would be to run off on her own.

I headed downstairs and grabbed the arm of the first warrior I could find.

“Have you seen Mila?” I asked her.

“Yes. She was here earlier, though I don’t think she saw me,” she reported.

“When, Where?”

“Uhh, about twenty or thirty minutes ago. She left the inn. Boss, what’s going on?”

“I’m not sure yet…”

“You asked us not to restrict her movements or freedom so we didn’t stop her…”

“I know. Not your fault,” I said, raising a hand. “Did she say where she was headed?”

The woman shook her head. “No, but she didn’t seem to be in too much of a hurry.”

“Which way did she go?”

warrior’s arm unconsciously. She gritted

think she was taking the road

all the way out of town. Instinctively, I

too far away. I’m coming to you. I will explain everything…

get through

warrior, I released

I was almost certain that I could establish a mindlink with her. It wasn’t

worried that if she was too far away, the weak link wouldn’t carry the

our bond became.

she responded, she suspected I

I got no response from Mila and I couldn’t feel or sense her at all. Our connection should

Mila was purposefully suppressing the mindlink and our

or she was unconscious…

was

get a good group of

missing again?” Thomas asked, arching an

“Just get a few groups of

course, Boss,” Payne

away from the bar and started rounding

The more search parties we have, the

“Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know… maybe…”

enough

finished his beer

wait for them to get their search parties together. Going off on my own, I went down the road Mila left

her and it was easy enough to figure out the direction she had

how I marked her last night. I wouldn’t have done that if I didn’t truly care for her and want her to remain mine.

Rosalie but it wasn’t out of love, it was out of fear. If I let her go that meant I had to face the rest of my life alone or risk opening myself up and getting hurt again.

Mila entered my

imagine another day going by without Mila at my side. I wanted her to

gone for twenty minutes, thirty at the most. It wasn’t like she could get in that

the edge of the

parties were

“Any luck?” Thomas asked.

shook my head. “I can track her scent but it is getting thinner and there’s still no sign of

muttered, shifting his weight from one

find her,”

surrounding area but couldn’t find any trace of her,” he

as anxious as I was.

seen Mila

her?” I asked, arching

good liar… among

is… wrong. All of this is wrong,” I

a deep

it?”

“Mila’s blood…”

the strong scent trying not to imagine the worst. There was no doubt in my mind that it was Mila’s blood. Fortunately, it didn’t smell like

imagining Mila lying in the road, beaten and bloody. My heart hurt and pounded in

world upside down to make

source of Mila’s blood and

with a bit of her blood on it and the bracelet I’d given her. I picked up the bracelet and

dagger that I