The Lost Girl

Chapter 4.5- The Note: Zane's Point of View

Zane's Point of View:

It had been 36 hours since I left the house to cover a shift and am now just getting home. Walking through the door, there was dead silence in the middle of the day. I scavaged the rooms in hope to find Morgan but no luck. I started to call her name in worry,

"Morgan," I called in a shaky voice. No answer. This made me scared. I tried again, "Morgan!" No answer again. I went down to the kitchen to see if she had aten anything. The box of Pizza was left in the counter untouched...with a note beside it. It had been addressed to me...in Morgan's penmanship. My body started to shake and I nearly had fallen to the floor because my knees were so weakend by what I'm about to read. I had clutched the edge of the counter to steady my balance and started to read the words on the paper, 

Zane,

I'm sorry but I have to leave for a while. I feel I don't belong here. I need to feel free. Please don't come looking for me. You will never find me. I'll come home sooner or later, just give me time. I need to find myself and being here doesn't help. I am very grateful for everything you've done for me over the years. I love you, please take care of yourself and be careful. Don't do anything reckless.

                                                                                                     Love,

                                                                                                                           -M-
Anger and rage corsed through my veins as tears threatend to fall.

We need to go after her, my wolf, Angel had called to me ( A/N: yes Angel is a guy)

"We can't. She asked us to not find her," I retorted back,

But what if she's hurt, lost, kidnapped, or...dead?

"Stop putting them dreadful thoughts in my head. She will come home when she's ready. Now, that's final."

After a few minutes of just clutching the counter and making it indent, I had let go and ran out the back door. I transformed into my wolf and let him free. I ran as fast as I could til I came to a river that Morgan and I use to hang out at and camped out at during the summer months and just layed there whimpering due to sadness, depression, and an unknown pain in my chest.  It felt like as if I was dieing from the inside out.