“Your packmates,” she breathed. /Aw, hell./ “Chere, you need to talk to me. Can you — breathe for me, okay? Deep breaths.” She picked up a box of tissues and held them for him. “I need you to just be strong for just a minute and then I promise you can fall apart. Your packmates are missing? And you’ve looked in all the places they should be? Called them?”
“They…they won’t answer and I…I’m scared, Summer…” he finally choked out, coming to some sort of coherency as he nestled in against her torso, trembling as he furiously rubbed his clenched fists into his red-rimmed and puffy eyes. “We’ve tried everywhere and they won’t answer…”
“Isaac,” she said slowly, “what happens to werewolves who are missing? What is it you’re afraid of? Couldn’t they just have run off for some time alone together?” She didn’t mention the obvious, to her, bond between them.