Chapter 11: Surrounded
The necklace pulsed against my collarbone, its glow blinking rapidly. The closer I got, the more insistent the tug in my chest became, pulling me toward the towering structure before me.
I tilted my head back, trying to take in the full height of the building. Steel and glass stretched endlessly into the sky, reflecting the city lights like a cold, unfeeling monolith. The sheer size of it was suffocating. It didn’t belong to a wolf.
Wolves built homes on solid ground, places where we could feel the earth beneath us, run free under the moon, remain connected to our instincts. We didn’t live in these unnatural towers, high above the world, detached from nature.
So why was he here?
"Are you sure this is the place?" Ronan’s voice broke through my thoughts, his tone laced with skepticism as he studied the massive structure before us.
I glanced down at the necklace, its soft glow unwavering.
"Yeah," I said, my voice steady. "This is it."
There was no doubt in my mind. My mate was in that building.
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Ronan pulled out his phone, fingers tapping against the screen in quick, efficient movements.
I barely paid attention, too caught up in my own thoughts.
This whole situation didn’t make sense. A wolf—my mate—living in a skyscraper? How could he stand it? The height, the disconnect, the way the walls of metal and glass blocked out the scent of the earth?