Simon’s angry words continued to ring in my ears. She’s better off without you, mate.
I needed to go to Yuki and confront her about Emma’s fears. I had to know if she was okay. But did I really have the right to dredge up that nightmare moment from her past? Was I the best person for the job? Or was I, as Simon stated, holding her back?
I thought that I was good for Yuki, and her for me, but had I been the only one to reap the benefits?
I tried to look at my relationship with Yuki objectively. She’d been placed in the face of danger more than once because of me. When I couldn’t control my wolf, I came close to tearing Yuki and Emma apart. Later, when a deranged werewolf began hunting his own kind, Yuki again got caught in the cross-fire. And when she was in a horrible accident, I did nothing to help.
Sure, I lent her my support and love, but that wasn’t enough. Maybe, it never would be.
I sighed and shook my head. Sulking and worrying over Simon’s words wasn’t helping Yuki. I pulled out my phone and hit speed dial, needing to hear her voice. But the call went to voicemail.
That was strange. Yuki almost always had her cell on, even in class. With her parents working late, it would be foolish not to keep her phone with her. She was alone in that old house. What if she fell down the stairs or slipped on the bathroom floor?
Worry stabbed my chest and made my blood run cold. I grabbed my keys and ran to my truck.