Beverly's POV

Day five felt like drowning in slow motion. The mate bond screamed constantly now. My Luna blood sensed the distress and kept reaching outward instinctively, searching for pack connections that were not there. Finding nothing but emptiness where warmth should have been made the loneliness ten times worse.

I paced the small cabin like a caged animal, wearing grooves into the wooden floor. Three steps to the window. Turn. Four steps to the kitchen. Turn. Two steps to the bedroom ...