#Chapter 187: The Hunt

Edrick

When I picked Moana and Ella up from school that day, I could tell that something was off. Moana seemed distant and cold, and stiffened under my touch. Was she really still that angry over what I had said the other day? I was only worried about her, and I didn’t want her to get hurt by going out by herself. Moana was normally a level-headed person, so for her to be so angry over something so simple for days was out of character for her. But I just figured that it was pregnancy hormones, or maybe the potion that the Mother Witch gave me to keep her wolf from emerging was making her a bit cranky.

Moana stayed in her room for the remainder of the day. She said that she wasn’t feeling well, so I figured that it really was the pregnancy after all. I decided to give her plenty of space to rest, but by the time I put Ella to bed that night, Moana still hadn’t come out of her room.

I thought about going into her room and checking on her. But after a few moments of standing silently outside her door, I decided against it, and instead went to bed without her.

A few hours passed after that. I tossed and turned the entire time, and finally I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed Moana by my side in order to sleep; maybe if I talked to her sincerely and apologized for making her angry, she wouldn’t be so cold toward me. I still hadn’t apologized for what I said during our last argument, after all.

I made my way over to Moana’s room and raised my fist to knock on the door.

But when I did, the door just swung open. And Moana’s bed was empty.

Figuring that Ella may have had a bad dream and that Moana was sleeping with her, I decided to go over to Ella’s room. I slowly cracked the door open and peered inside, not wanting to wake Ella up.

What I saw made my blood run cold.

Ella’s bed was empty.

I called into the room, frantically looking around as though

of course, both empty. My heart pounded then as I flung the window open and looked down

began frantically searching the penthouse. Selina and the maids

were nowhere to

city’s best police and investigators were at the penthouse

a reason to run?”

head. But then…

though I would be sick. “Kelly hates her. She

police set up a phone tracer. Since I knew Kelly, I would be easy to contact her; but if she did kidnap Ella and Moana, then we would need to trace

as she squeezed my arm tightly. “They’ll find

numbly at the

the extent of my love for her. Now, more than ever, my fear of commitment felt so silly. I should have

investigator waved me over, where my

her on the phone as long as possible,” the investigator said. “Just keep her talking. We’ll let you know

then swallowed and

“Hello?” I answered.

croaked on the other

or what, but it didn’t matter. I just needed to keep her on the phone. I decided to play dumb to keep her talking for longer,

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