(ALICE)
His phone was left on the kitchen table, so calling him would be pointless. Darian's scent is imprinted within me, I realize, and I try to follow it. It's been a few years since I've been able to shift, and aside from Mary, there's been no one to teach me how to embrace my wolf. I've never had the opportunity to run wild in the woods, learning how to track, hunt, and do all the things young shifters are taught from an early age. But there's always a first time.
Once or twice, I get his scent mixed up with other smells, but I keep at it. I don't know what I'm going to say to him, but Jimmy's angry words keep coming back to me, as does Darian's weary voice.
When I do find him, he's sitting on a park bench, alone. There's a coffee shop across the street that is still open, and I get two cups before approaching him.
Sitting down beside him, I hold out one of the coffees.
He stares at me. "You left Mira all alone?"
"Jimmy and Mary are with her."
