Chapter 12: Mate
"Honestly, he’s surrounded. We have no chance of meeting him. Let me make a call."
Ronan’s voice was laced with frustration, but he didn’t hesitate, already stepping a few feet away, his phone pressed to his ear.
I stayed where I was, my gaze locked on the towering building before me.
It felt... impossible.
For days, I had tracked him, moving east, following the bond that pulled me closer. Now that I was here, standing in front of the untouchable glass fortress he lived in, it suddenly felt like I was no closer than when I had started.
How the hell was I supposed to get past security, corporate gates, bodyguards, and whatever other human barriers he had wrapped himself in?
The thought sent a wave of frustration through me.
For a wolf, this felt unnatural. I should be hunting him, finding him through scent and instinct. Instead, I was being forced to play by human rules, human restrictions.
It made my skin itch.
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Ronan returned a few minutes later, his phone tucked back into his jacket pocket.
"So, I’ve made a call," he said simply.