133. Everything feels like deja vu...

Dario’s POV

I walked out of Isla’s room with the panic feeling in me increasing. Once again, I’ve lost Isla.

I groaned, increasing my steps as I walked out of the mansion. I couldn’t stop thinking of where I should start looking for her. I decided to take the risk and head to the pack graveyard.

It was worth the shot. I headed to my car quickly. The minute I settled in. I pulled down the windows and the earthly breeze which didn’t seem comforting blew by.

I set the car into ignition, wheeling out of the driveway in a fast manner. I maintained that quickened pace, with a determined glare set on the road as I drove.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed as guilt settled in my head as I continued to navigate my car down the road. The thought me not finding her crept into my head, making me shiver in my skin.

‘That wasn’t going to happen!’ I spoke to myself. ‘Not on my watch!’

I doubled the speed, and the wind that blew by increased. The minute I arrived at the graveyard, I didn’t hesitate to step down fr