Her mate would not come for her. No, not this far out in the mountains. Too North and too secluded.
He traced his steps for days while Bella changed, covering her scent with his. He made many trails to divert her mate if he came. Three left, four right. Two diverge, five stay straight. It was a process for which he had all day and night for.
No one would see his radiant skin on his bare chest. He wrapped his stolen leather jacket around the girl to keep her warm while her soul was stripped from her existence.
He listened for her heartbeat ten miles away.
Thump...thump.
He turned and ran towards the fragile, soulless girl.