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Panic starts to fill me. I don’t like this. Not one fucking bit. One of us always has an eye on Cove, whether it be in person, from the cameras, or on this app.
Casting my eyes up, dread fills me when I see the sun is starting to set.
“Where are you, Bunny?” I murmur as I pull my phone out and give Shep a call.
“Sup, big bro? How’s our girl?”
“No fucking clue,” I growl. “She must have dropped her phone when she ran away.”
“Shit.” The joking is gone from his tone.
“I just came from her house; she’s not there. And I’m looking at the cameras right now, nothing.”
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Give me a second.”
Frowning, I stare at the phone, wondering what the hell he’s doing.
“Okay, sending her location now. But it doesn’t seem like she’s too far from the house. I think she must have just gotten lost.”
“Shep,” I say slowly. “How do you know where she is?”
There’s a pause over the phone, and I groan. “Would you believe me if I said I have magical powers and can see her in my mind when I close my eyes?” he asks with a faint chuckle.
“Fucking hell, Shep. You did it, didn’t you?” A few months ago, Shepherd suggested we put a tracking device behind Cove's ear, something that guarantees we’d always know her location.
I shot that down right away because it’s fucking crazy and a big invasion of privacy.
I should have known Mr.-No-Fucking-Boundries would have gone and done it anyway.
“Don’t get mad at me. See? It’s already coming in handy. Now, stop fighting with me and go make sure our girl is safe. We’re almost done with the asshole here. Motherfucker shit himself. I left that part for Saint to deal with.” He snickers like a little kid.
And they wonder why Dad has second thoughts about handing over the family business to us.
Without saying another word, I hang up the phone and follow the location Shep sent me.
With every passing second, I grow more and more impatient and even more worried.
Just as I’m getting close to where the pin is located, I get a notification on my phone. Opening it, I see that it’s the cameras letting me know something triggered them.
“Hey, sweet girl.” The sound of her voice has my shoulders relaxing and the worry ebbing from my body just a little.
“What the hell, Luna?” Cove asks as Luna struggles in her arms. “What’s wrong with you?”
I watch with amusement as my girl gives her armpit a sniff. “Ewww,” she groans. “Okay, fair reaction. Let me feed you quickly, and I’ll go shower.”
Chuckling, I close the feed and pocket my phone.
She’s home. She’s safe. Everything is okay.
Continuing on the path I was already on, I head in the direction of our place.
Five minutes pass when I get another notification. Again, it’s movement caught by the cameras.
When Cove is home, we silence all notifications because otherwise it would be going off like crazy.
But an uneasy feeling sinks like a rock into the pit of my stomach.
Maybe she’s just leaving again.
