CHAPTER 17
LANCE DIDN'T know what to feel the moment he successfully walked down the narrow path bringing him to the foot of the mountain without even a slight crack on the background.
It perturbed him how quiet the surrounding is—and how is that motherfucker not here to surprise him with an attack.
Lance paused in his steps and stood aghast. 'Am I wishing him to? Am I expecting him to smack me right here, right now?'
He laughed, mocking himself and the way he sweated just by thinking about his fated mate. Damn. He didn't know that the pull would be that bad. He couldn't stomach anything and he couldn't stop moving unless he sits down and imagine his face to be peaceful once again.
He's not crazy to do that.
'But where is that asshole?' Lance observed the silent mountain and rolled his eyes. 'Am I the only one that's being affected by this nasty mating pull?'
'God, look at me actually wanting to see his pale face. Aren't I too empathic?'