Synnahmen's Point Of View
Master had been gone for almost three days now. I was dying of boredom, and missed him terribly. I had planned to hang out with Tristan today, however, his Alphas had gotten some free time and had snatched him away from me.
I laid on the bed, and pulled Master's pillow close to my face. His scent had long since left the pillow, but the knowledge of it being his pillow was comforting to me.
Master and I had planned to move back to his home in Sa'Ryne, after Sable's 16th Birthday. From what I understood, he was becoming increasingly more busy with his work for Mafia King Sylvester. He used to fly there only twice a month, in the beginning.
Three years in, and he began to go once a week. Him doing his job wasn't the cause of my current frustration. It was the fact that when he left– the job would always last at least 2 days– sometimes even longer.
