I slipped on my robe and padded to the study, only to find the room dark and empty. My heart clenched.
Then my phone buzzed. A message request from an unknown number.
[Awake because your mate isn’t home?]
Another followed.
[He’s with me. Want to know where?]
I inhaled sharply, my wolf stirring beneath my skin. My hands trembled as I hesitated, my thumb hovering over the accept button.
Lightning flashed outside, illuminating the room for a moment. I clenched my jaw and pressed it.
An address popped up, followed by a single sentence.
[See for yourself.]
Cold dread settled in my bones, but I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed my keys and drove through the storm. By the time I reached the location—a secluded cabin on the edge of our territory—the rain had slowed to a drizzle.
The front door was locked, but the code Quinn had sent worked. The lock clicked, and I stepped inside. The first thing I noticed was the scent—Benedict’s scent, mixed with perfume.
Then I saw them. A trail of discarded clothes leading to the bedroom. His shirt. Her dress. A red nightgown, torn at the seams.
My stomach twisted, but my feet carried me forward. The bedroom door was ajar. I pushed it open.