Helanie:
"So what are we doing again?" I asked Lamar as he kept texting soone.
"I’m asking around to see if anyone has seen Gavin recently," he said, making walk briskly after him through the dark streets of the nearly abandoned pack area. This particular pack we had co to was near the place where I had once gone to get a job with him.
It wasn’t light yet, but the dark clouds had filled the sky, making it seem darker. The atmosphere felt heavy. My eyes shifted to the n coming in our direction. I was sure they were going to walk past us, but the way they were looking up and down, I had a bad feeling they might do sothing mischievous as they passed by.
"Hey, what? Haven’t seen a girl before?" Just when I thought Lamar wasn’t paying attention, the minute the n got close, he stretched his arm back to pull to the other side and gave a grunt at them.
"We were just looking," one of the drunk n shrugged, not wanting to get in trouble with Lamar, who looked ready to fight.
"Then keep walking," Lamar yelled at them in annoyance. My posture straightened, confidence filling my veins now that I felt safe with Lamar.
"Don’t worry, I’m not a spineless creature. I’m not going to repeat my mistake of not protecting my sister this ti," without turning to look at , he made sure I knew he had my back.
"I know," I pinched his elbow playfully, but our path was interrupted by a woman stepping forward.
"You’re Lamar?" she asked. She was an older woman, looking like she hadn’t slept in days.
"Yeah, I am. You’re Gavin’s mother?" Shock hit when Lamar introduced her in a calm way.
"Yes, yes! My son—he’s gone missing," she started crying almost instantly, hugging Lamar, who looked taken aback for a mont.
He had told that he never had parental affection, so when soone older than him spoke kindly to him, he froze.
"He was just trying to do the right thing—" she kept going, making look at Lamar to get him to snap out of his frozen state.
"Hey, tell what happened?" Lamar finally hugged her back. After she cried her eyes out on his chest, they broke the hug.
Now we were sitting in a café talking about Gavin’s mindset the last ti he had spoken with his mother.
"He has spoken so many good things about you. But I guess you’re way prettier in person than in soone’s words," she managed to complint before she started talking about her son again, and tears welled up in her eyes. I get a lot of complints these days. And I feel like they’re only saying it to be polite.
"So, when we spoke on the phone, you ntioned that Gavin was distressed the last ti?" Lamar continued to ask her questions, but they were important questions.
"When his mate—ex-mate—jumped off? He ca ho depressed. He was so heartbroken and feeling guilty about it," she recalled, while I noticed the details about her.
Her hands were dry, and her nails were chipped. I had never heard Gavin talk about his pack or living conditions. But I do rember Sydney and Salem teasing Lucy and Gavin for being from small packs in the south when we first t.
"You need to understand that he wasn’t happy that he cheated. If I had known what he was doing, I would have slapped him until the cheater in him was gone. I loved that girl. Lucy was the best for him, but my son—he ssed it all up. And then she jumped..." she paused to cry. As I was about to clarify to her that Lucy didn’t jump, Lamar placed his hand on the back of mine to signal to stay quiet.
Of course, he was right. Right now, we needed to let her speak and not focus on the conspiracies.
"And did Gavin say anything before leaving?" I asked.
She rubbed her eyes and nodded. That was going to be a good lead.
"He said he would find a way to wake up Lucy." My jaw dropped, and my eyes t Lamar’s.
"How—how did he plan to do that?" Lamar asked, clearly curious. Even my heart was racing in my chest.
"He said there’s a herb—or sothing like that—that would help him get her back," she stopped crying before adding, "and then he just vanished."
That wasn’t good.
Lamar and I paid for her food when we saw her struggling to find coins in her old purse. It broke my heart to see her like that. Gavin didn’t have a big family. He was an only child and lived alone with his mother. I’m not sure why he never told us the truth. Did he think we would mock him?
Gavin’s mother left, while Lamar and I sat in his car, ready to head back to my ho first.
"So, Lamar, that ans Gavin went to the mountains. Which would explain why he was saying he got hurt by the lycan. Do you think he’s sowhere in hiding?" I asked him as I got off his bike and handed him back his helt.
"Yeah! That could be it. We’ll start first thing in the morning, Helanie. But let’s pray the lycan doesn’t plan to eat him tonight," he said. It shook to my core to check the ti.
It was 8 PM now, and soon it would be midnight. The lycan would go crazy. What if it attacks Gavin when it finds him injured on the mountains?
"I hope not. We should get to work early tomorrow. My job will start around 11 AM, so I’ll have plenty of ti," I told Lamar as we made plans to look for Gavin.
"Okay, I’ll let the others know to see if anyone wants to join us in looking for him," he said before speeding off.
I had only entered the mansion when I walked in on Emt and Norman talking seriously about sothing. The context of their conversation made raise my brow.
"I will eat plenty and leave before midnight."
It was Emt telling his brother about his night routine. But where was he planning to go around midnight?
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