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"Tommy probably shares more with you than me. Anyway, what's more important is that we find him," Marc pointed out.

"I couldn't agree more,” I answered.

"Can you put up a call to your biker friends? See if anyone saw Tommy? Should be a piece of cake, since Moon Burrow is the MC's territory, right?" Marc asked me.

It irritated me a little that he thought he could give me orders. To be honest, I didn't think Tommy was in any direct danger.

Daylight might be fading fast, but I doubted the monster that injured Dylan would target Tommy so soon, not where Tommy was going.

"Marc, relax. I think I have an idea of where Tommy is," I said.

"Where is that?" Marc asked.

"The place where he feels the safest," I said.

On cue, my cellphone let out a beep. I pulled it out of my jacket pocket.

"I don't understand why you're not panicking," Marc grumbled under his breath. "You're supposed to be Tommy's mate."

"It's because I know Tommy. He won't act recklessly, even if our fight earlier stressed him out,” I explained.

I opened the text message Spike sent me.

"Why are you grinning?" Marc demanded. "Take this more seriously, Nitro."

"I am," I said shortly.

Then I showed him Spike's text. My hunch had been right.

Besides, although Tommy and I were far apart, I didn’t sense any distress or fear through our mating bond.

Sure, we were still getting used to how the bond worked, but I suspected if anything genuinely happened to my mate, I would be the first to know.

"Tommy's with my best friend," I added.

15

TOMMY

The moment I landed on Spike's open window, he shot up from his bed, growling, and displayed his sharp, partially shifted fangs.

I nearly took flight again, but Spike paused in front of me, confusion written all over his face.

"Tommy? Is that you?" he asked, his teeth returning to normal.

I relaxed a bit, and when he tried to pet my feathered head, I snapped at his fingers with my sharp beak.

Surprisingly, it got a laugh from him. Well, at least I managed to amuse someone today.

It hadn't been long since I left the Grizzly Reapers MC clubhouse, and yet here I was, back again.

My initial destination had been Dylan's room.

I landed on his and Whizz's bedroom window first, only to find them cuddled up in bed.

Not wanting to intrude, I decided to pay Spike a visit. In all honesty, I didn't know where else to go.

The woods seemed tempting, but the vast expanse without Nitro's guidance left me wary of getting lost.