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Sincethe lycan, Ezra becaetting Peter rested on my ability to convince him, but that wasn’t fool proof Neither of us were sure how he’d respond to me

Except… the last kiss we shared, the only ti different

Peter tasted Jack on me, he knew Jack had bitteninside him, the insistent bond in his blood, screamed that he should kill Jack, but he hadn’t

Instead, he planned on really letting o, not because of his own fears or what his body demanded, but because he knew that would be what made me the happiest The one true kiss we ever shared had been a kiss goodbye Underneath all of his ches for me, otherwise he never would’ve let me be with Jack

That just happened to be when Jack walked in, and he set off an entirely different chain of events than what Peter had inback out in the woods, even with the full understanding of ere up against I thought that Peter ht really listen to h the woods in silence, but I knee got closer to the lycan homeland Ezra walked faster but made sure his steps matched mine He looked around more and kept incredibly close toover hi for Peter, but he didn’t feel the sa In the hotel today before we left, he asked if I wanted to stay behind I said no, but he continued reco it until I refused to talk about it any back to the exact area the lycans had warned us away fro that Peter was still alive

"Shouldn’t we be calling his na?" I asked when the silence and the search became too much for ing branch The one thing I could say for this was that I was getting a lotas tired out as I used to, and I hadn’t been quite as hungry If nothing else, this would get h va thataround the trees How are we supposed to find Peter? You have this carefully calculated plan of where to look, but e get here, we don’t even do anything"

"They can’t knoe’re looking" Ezra was barely loud enough to be heard over the crunch of our boots in the snow

"I get that, but Peter has to know Or how else e find hied but slowed, al to look at me "Can you still… feel him?"

Whenever I had been around Peter before, my body automatically pulled towards him My natural inclination had been to be with him, and that would be really helpful in a search party

"I don’t know," I said, although I didn’t think so

If I thought about Peter or talked about hiet all fluttery and intense anys like that for him, which means that I probably can’t for Peter anyain, and I scampered behind him to catch up "We’ll find him anyway"

We passed over the river where we had lanced back at me, and I hated that he could hear my heart I could tell he was about to ask me if I wanted to turn back, but I shook my head and insisted we plow ahead