Finding Tamara

Jack's first person POV

I rushed toward Tamara, my heart pounding in my chest. The moment I laid eyes on her, I felt like I could breathe again. She stood there, frozen, staring at me with wide, shocked eyes. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

“Tamara,” I said, reaching out to her. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

She didn’t respond immediately. She just blinked at me, clearly rattled by what had just happened. The near-death experience, the gunshots, the danger—it was all written across her face.

I remember that a few hours earlier, I had looked for her everywhere but I couldn't find her.

And to my shock, that had sent a wave of panic crashing through me in a way that I hadn’t felt in years.

This didn't really surprise me, because Lately, her absence made me anxious, like she would disappear one day, and someone would take her away from me. The idea of not being able to find her terrified me.

I had searched the house, the pack grounds, even near the forest, but I neve