My baby is gone. She can't even defend herself. I don't know if she's okay and that is a scary thought.
What if the person that took her hurt her, or even worst, kill her.
MY BABY!!!
"Kylie! I have a scent, but it's not familiar. Come take a whiff!" Elijah shouted from upstairs.
I scrambled to my feet and gathered Kendell in my arms and ran upstairs.
"I know it's a wolf for sure, but the scent is unfamiliar to me. Maybe you can recognize it." Elijah said.
I sniffed the area he was pointing to. And I smelled not only one scent, but 4. 3 of which I never wanted to smell again and 1 very familiar, but I can't put my finger on it.
"Kendell? Are you sure there was only one person?" I asked my son.
"Well, it sounded like more people, but I only saw one big scary guy." He replied.
"Did you see his face?" I asked and he nodded.
"What did he look like?"
"Umm he had um your skin color mommy and he had blue eyes I think and brown hair, but it wasn't like a dark brown, but a lighter brown." Kendell said.
"Elijah, I know who they are. Get my dad and everyone else here now! I'm gonna go get my baby." And with that being said, I went to my room and got dressed.
Momma's going on a mission. Pregnant or not.
