Beeton's POV
I couldn't think of any other place. How do I locate her now with what was going on? I felt lost and confused. This had been going on hours. Where else could I look for her? If she wasn't at her home or at the last place of delivery then where exactly could she be? I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration.
"Where exactly are you, Emily?" I groaned, tugging had on the root of my hair in a tight grip. I gritted my teeth in anger as I felt adrenaline running through my veins. Did she leave the Pack because of me? No. There must be other ways to explain what happened.
I sighed, falling my heels back with a sigh as I bit hard on my lower lip. This was what they called pain because I could barely think of anything except her. Did the breakup affected her to the extent that she…