Chapter 31 Chapter Thirty One

• Skye
• As I sat on the couch, my eyes kept flicking impatiently at the clock. The hands inched towards midnight, and Mason still wasn't back. He had left abruptly after answering the door, mentioning something about a stranger found on the pack territory who might be connected to a recent attack. I couldn't help but worry about him.
• I tried to distract myself by picking up a book from the coffee table, hoping it would take my mind off him, but it was hard to focus. The words blurred together, and my thoughts kept drifting back to Mason. Where could he be?