Vincent loped towards the Hudson River, moving at a steady pace. He didn’t know how long he was going to have to look, so he was conserving as much energy as possible. Especially as it was incredibly late at night and he hadn’t gotten sleep since crossing the bridge earlier that day. Still, he was determined to find his missing mate…he had to, the hole in his very soul throbbed with the thought that something terrible had happened to Lucas. He wondered if this was what it felt like to ...