POV: Jared
I leaned against the side of the pack house, tapping my phone screen like that would magically make Zina's number connect. I'd been calling her over and over, but all I got was her voicemail. My chest felt tight, like I couldn't breathe. Zina was never this unreachable.
And I couldn't find Asher too.
I muttered under my breath, "Zina, where the hell are you?"
Frustration churned in my gut, and my wolf wasn't helping. It paced inside me, growling low and angry, its unease feeding my own. Something was wrong, I could feel it, but I didn't know what to do.
I stared at my phone again, my thumb hovering over her contact, when the pack house door creaked open. My head snapped up, and I saw Trina step out.
She was on her phone, talking fast, her voice sharp and clipped. She didn't see me standing in the shadows, and I took a step back, keeping myself hidden.