“I’ll remember. There’s nothing worse than a pregnant, temperamental woman, and our women can cause a fair few problems. It’s a pleasure doing business. I’ll see myself out.”
Zeke stared at his woman wishing he’d held off. He would never get the sight of her being still out of his thoughts.
“I like her,” Helen said. “She smells of everything good and perfect.”
Smiling, Zeke nodded. “She’s the one I bit outside of work. I’ve spent so long hunting for her and Debbie that I didn’t even realize they were under my nose.” Thinking about his sister he turned to his father. “Is there any news about her?”
“No, no news at all. It’s like she didn’t even exist the moment she escaped that fucking place,” William said, cursing.
“William, please, language. I’ve told you, Debbie is alive. We would know if something happened.”
His father closed his eyes, wiping at his eyes. “We’ve scoured the whole fucking forest. There is no sign of any other packs or our daughter. I’m telling you, she’s fucking dead.”
“Dad, it’s not over yet,” Zeke said. “If I can find my mate then we’ll find Debbie.”
Zeke truly believed his sister was out there. Debbie was a resilient person. If anyone could survive what Roger and Dani had thrown at her and escape then Debbie was the one.