Vincent pov

Two fucking weeks. 

Fourteen damn days. 

Three hundred and thirty-six excruciating hours.

While mountains could be moved in that time, I haven't been able to close my eyes for more than two minutes. Every time my body gives out and I pass out, I see her leaving. Over and over again. Though I haven't found her, I haven't caught a whiff of her scent- I've done enough to make every person in my pack avoid me. The night I found out Enya was gone, I trashed the entire living room in front of Angela and her family. The only positive thing about that shit is that they left....