Chase POV:
She was gone. Just vanished. It was as if she had disappeared from the face of the earth, leaving no trail, no clue, nothing but a gaping void where she used to be. I called Damon—the only person I could trust with the truth. I needed help, and he was the only one I could count on to have my back. He was my brother, and the only one who wouldn't judge me for what I was about to tell him: that my mate was a wolf.
Yeah, a wolf. My fucking mate. The Moon Goddess must have been drunk when she decided to pair me, a vampire, with someone from the very species I was supposed to hate.
Damon had agreed to help, despite being less than thrilled about the whole wolf situation. His loyalty wasn't the issue—it was his cocky attitude. I warned him not to underestimate her. I told him she wasn't just any wolf. Leila was strong, smart, and resourceful. But Damon? Of course, he didn't listen.
