(Mason's POV)
La monde aller a la merde
In translation: Everything was going to shit.
It was something that Auden had taught us how to say. apparently in addition to everything else, she was also fluent in French.
Cassie was freaking out about Auden. Holden was freaking out about Cassie andAuden. Kenzie was freaking out about all three of them. Riley was freaking out about Ben and Cassie. The pack was freaking out about the Ben and Chris. And over all, everything was going really, really, very, not well.
I didn't quite know where I stood in all of it.
Riley was my best friend, and he was going through hell, not only because his brother was missing but because his mate was stressed too. Cassie and I had become close too so of course I was worried about her because she was on the brink of a mental breakdown not knowing where Auden was. And then there was just that.
Don't think for a second that I wasn't really worried about her too, but I felt like it worried me more not knowing why Cassie was obsessing over the girl's disappearance. Auden had missed a day of school, not answered her phone a few times, and left her strange necklace at home. What about those small facts made Cassie stress so much? She was acting like those things meant she'd been kidnapped or something.
Despite the fact that my friends and Auden and her friends had gotten a lot closer, and had shared so much, there was still a lot that they weren't telling us. I just had to figure out what that was.
Part of me didn't know if Riley even knew that Auden MIA because he'd been so crazy about finding his brother. We thought that bringing his mate to him would help. Let's just say that it wasn't the smoothest of greetings
When we'd gotten back to the pack house with Cassie, it was late afternoon. The rain had stopped There weren't supposed to be so many guards on patrol but everyone was worried about Ben or Chris possibly wandering back at some point so they wanted to be ready. However smart it was for there to be extra protection, it meant that getting a human inside our pack grounds had been ten times harder than it should have been.
The car had nearly been attacked when we drove into the borders but once the patrols realized that Mackenzie and I were there, they backed down. We were questioned a lot but I pulled rank on all of them and they let us go. For the time being at least. I was sure my father would be alerted and there would be some words exchanged about it later but it wasn't my priority at the time.
We rushed back to my father's office to see how Riley was doing and if he'd knocked Greyson unconscious or something. But we got there to find Riley handcuffed to one of my father's desk chairs, scratching away a spot on the wooden arm with his claw.
"Greyson, what the fuck? Why'd you tie him up?" I asked angrily, looking at Greyson who had a new bruise in addition to the one he'd earned earlier.
"I had to! He was going to run. Why the hell did you leave me here alone? He could've killed me!" he exasperated.
I rolled my eyes, "Oh shut up you're fine," I glanced at Riley who looked a mix of bored and angry.
"Where did you get the handcuffs?" Kenzie asked him, her arms folded over her chest and her mate standing beside her.
Grey scratched his head nervously, "I might have stolen them from a guard," I shot him a look, he put his hands out in surrender, "But in my defense, it did keep him here like you said. I say that's a job well done."
I whacked him on the back of the head and held my hand out for the key. He gave it to me and I let Riley go.
Cassie barely gave him a second to get to his feet before she jumped into his arms. They held each other for what felt like forever, cherishing one another's embrace. I guess bringing the two of them together was the right decision for both of their nerves.
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Wild and Free
WerewolfAuden is an outsider. She was in her old pack. And she still is in the small town of White Chapel where she has taken refuge. After unfortunate circumstances forced her out of her pack, she decided she would be better off on her own. A year she spen...