A/N I am not the author of Twilight. I am borrowing all these characters.

On a real note. I am so sorry. Writer's block has hit me hard these past few months. Not only that but I found myself working in a new position that is soul crushing and isolating. I came home from work and would never feel like I could produce something of quality for you all to read. I love hearing from you. I value you as readers. It is the last thing I have ever intended was to leave you out of the loop. I love our interactions. This past little bit I went through a lot in my personal life. Not only the new work position but I had left my last long term relationship. It was hard for a month to write this chapter without my words sounding like I was being sarcastic about love. I hope you all as my valued readers can forgive me. I am in a much better head space and am ready to write more chapters for all of you again. Also with the Covid-19 I have become reinspired by the story again. This is a short one but I have started the next chapter already. Please ask me anything you would like me to answer.

As always Happy Reading,

Meg

Chapter 75

I looked everywhere for her. My paws slamming against the cold of the hard earth. The blades of grass have begun to gain a light coating of ice. Panic filled my throat. I knew this meant that winter was coming. Would Ness be okay in the cold? Would our baby be okay? I pushed my legs harder against the earth. Feeling my paws leaving little tufts of earth in my wake.

I could hear my pack urging me to not leave a trail. The last thing we needed was the hunters in the area to be going out hunting us again. We needed to be able to run freely throughout the forest to be able to find them. I lost them.

Agony and depression washed through my body. The separation with my imprint was like a strane on my heart. It is like someone was squeezing the blood out of my heart. As the blood left my heart it turned cold. My entire body felt cold in the way that I have neer felt before in my life. Even before the transformation to my wolf form my blood has never been this cold.

The world became black. Panic overtook. All I could see was inky blackness. All I could feel was dispare. I gasped for air. Gasped for hope. As the air filled my lungs, too fast, the inky blackness began to swim around me.

'Jake don't lose hope. We will find them.' multiple pack members voices echoed in my mind. None held the right amount of loss. None except for Seth. He was in a state. Looking into his mind was like looking into a shallower pool of my own despair. The longer my mind focused on the connections of my pack the more it forced me to lose consciousness. How could I be so connected to my brothers and yet so far from my imprint. I did not fight it any longer. I allowed myself to drift.

The last thing my mind could comprehend was my father's voice saying "he needs rest. It will take a lot of energy and strength to be separated from her. We need to find her. The longer they are separated the more agony his soul will endure."