Roan’s frustration boiled over, and he slammed the door behind him as he stormed out. The silence that followed was liberating, a welcome reprieve from the storm of emotions he always brought with him.
As I sat in the quiet, I thought again of Gavin. He had always been a steady presence in my life, someone I could rely on without question.
Days blurred together into a monotonous haze. After Roan stormed out, he didn’t return for several days, and I didn’t bother to ask where he had gone. On the third day, he finally mind linked me to inform me of his whereabouts.
"I’m heading to another pack for a meeting," he said.
"Okay, stay safe," I replied, a sardonic chuckle escaping my lips as the mind link ended.
Absentmindedly, I opened my social media account. A picture posted by Tracy on Twitter caught my eye:
[First holiday in what seems like forever. I never thought I'd miss the sand on my feet! Someone insisted on bringing me to the beach!]
The photo showed my mate's hand, our mateship ring still on his finger. The location tagged in Tracy’s tweet matched the place Roan had mentioned in his message.