Chapter Thirteen
Wyatt
Two days staking out Richard's place have yielded no results. Not a hint of activity.
Jagger has a call in to Cordelia to gather more intel. Now, it's a waiting game to see what she comes back with.
Mate. Find mate. My wolf is growing increasingly agitated. It doesn't help we've been trapped in a neighborhood where I can't risk a shift. There's no way for my wolf to burn off the excess energy.
It's Jag's turn to keep watch while I stretch out, as much as one can, in the backseat.
It's not comfortable for a grown man, but it's better than some places I've used.
I know I won't get any decent sleep; however, I can use the time to focus on the mate bond.
It's gradually stabilizing, so maybe I can get some impressions or a direction to go.
Closing my eyes, I tune out everything and focus on Andrew – how he smells, how he feels in my arms, the pain he gifts to me.
A small tug captures my attention. Some mates develop a telepathic link immediately, some evolve over time. If we're going to have one, it seems to fall into the latter category. But I am sensing emotions more strongly now. Sadness. Anxiety. A touch of fear.
Wherever he is, Andrew is not having a good time. Thankfully, I don't get the sense he's in immediate danger.
To my knowledge, there haven't been any significant reports that might indicate there's a feral vampire on the loose. He's been lucky so far, it would seem. The longer time goes on, the more risk of that luck running out.
The first few notes of Toccata and Fugue break my concentration.
"What's up?" I ask once Jagger gets off the phone.
"It seems Richard used a credit card to fill up, so we have a general location of where he might be."
"As long as he stayed in the area, we can track him. Let's go!" Pushing the door open, I slide out of the back and move up to the passenger seat. My wolf whines, and I rub my chest. Patience.
Jag drives us out of the neighborhood as I try to refocus on the mate bond. If I monitor it as we go, I'll feel changes if Andrew is with Richard as I suspect. I can only hope my mate is in control enough not to hurt him. I don't know that he could survive the added guilt.