I woke up the next morning and smooothed my hand over the bed, expecting to feel Mason's body. When I didn't, I opened my eyes slowly to see the space next to me empty. A note with a white rose sat on his pillow. I picked up the note and rubbed my eyes before reading the neat writing.

~London. I wish I could have woke up next to you but unfortunately I was needed in another pack house early this morning. I should be back by noon. Enjoy the rose, as pire as you, my queen.~

    By the time I finished the letter, a bright smile had plastered itself on...