Logan's POV
"She's聽gone Logan. Your mate, she's gone."
My mother's words kept repeating themselves in my mind as I practically ran towards my room, taking three steps at a time. She's gone? How can she be gone? We didn't see anyone leave through the front door and no one smelled any unfamiliar scent. This is my entire fault. I wasn't supposed to leave her.
I opened my room's door to only stop dead in my tracks.
There, the place where my mate should be was empty. She wasn't there. I was going to break down.
I felt my mum's hand on my shoulder, which made me turn around and face her.
"How did this happen? Weren't you with her? Didn't I tell you to look after her for me mom?" I yelled, anger lacing my every word.
"I-I'm sorry. I just went to the bath-bathroom and when I c-came out sh-she wasn't there." My mom stuttered between sobs. My eyes softened and I felt bad for yelling at her. This wasn't her fault. It was all mine.