"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?" I screamed at my parents. I had tears running down my face as I saw the empty bed and the blood on the floor.

"Matthew, I need you to calm down." Father said, gripping my arms.

"Calm down?! You want me to fucking calm down?! My mate just got kidnapped!"

Isaac and Oliver looked up at me with tears running down their faces. Their son got taken, my mate got taken, my best fucking friend got taken.

I felt myself start to get dizzy and Dad caught me. "Matthew, your head is still bleeding. We really need to get you to the pack hospital."

"I n-need to find Jack. I need to find him." I whispered.

"Matt, we have people working on it." Father stated

"I can't even feel him anymore! It's like he vanished from my life! Something bad happened!"

Let me explain what happened. After Jack had fallen asleep last night, I fell asleep after him, quickly. I woke up to feel someone gripping my arms. I fought back as I knew something bad was going to happen.

I had felt a strong force hit the back of my head and that's when everything went black. I had woken up for split seconds. I could hear screams and I knew it was my mate's. I had tried to get up, but my head was bleeding way too much.

"Matthew, go get checked out, okay?" Isaac said, standing in front of me.

"I-I-I'm so sorry-y." I said, then starting sobbing. Isaac wrapped his arms around my body, letting me cry into his shoulder.

"It's not your fault." Oliver whispered, setting his hand on my shoulder.

"It is," I whispered. "I should've known something was going to happen."

"You had no way of knowing, Matt. Don't blame yourself." Father whispered.

I sat down on my bed and put my hands over my face. "Why him? He's the nicest person ever. He shouldn't have been taken."

"No one ever should be, Matthew."

"Do we know anything about the people who took him?" I asked my father.

"No, Matt. They were very strategic and it seems like they had been planning it for awhile."

"Why him?"

"We don't know." Father whispered.

"This isn't fucking fair!" I screamed. I stood up, walking over to my dresser. I leaned against it and screamed in frustration again. I brought my fist up, slamming it into the mirror on the vanity.

I saw the blood run down my hand, but I didn't care. They took my mate. My mate.

"Matthew, calm down." Father whispered.

"I need him." I said, then sunk down onto the floor. I started sobbing into my knees, which were brought up to my chest. No one said anything because they couldn't say anything.

They couldn't say they were going to find him because they might not. They couldn't say that everything was going to be okay because they didn't know if it was going to be. If Jack dies wherever he is, I will die too.

"Come on, Matthew." Father said as him and Oliver helped me off the ground. They laid me in bed and I curled up on Jack's side of the bed. I cuddled the pillow he slept with every night.

"We'll give you some time alone. We'll be downstairs if you need us." Dad whispered, then they left.

I was all alone. No mate. No love. No life.

I felt myself start screaming, then someone wrapped their arms around me to calm me down. "Matthew! Calm down!" My father screamed at me.

I started to sob into whoever's chest that was holding me. They started to run their arms up-and-down my arms.

"Matthew." I heard my Dad say. I realized that he was the one holding me.

"He's breaking." Isaac whispered.

"Of course he is. His mate got kidnapped." Father said.

"We need to do something." Oliver said.

"F-f-f-find him." I said through my sobs.

"We're trying really hard, Matthew. We have the elders trying to track him down, but we can't find anything." Father said.

"Matthew, you need to stay strong. You might be able to contact him, but you're not trying." Isaac whispered.

"You think I'm not trying?! You think that every fucking minute, I'm not trying to talk to him through our bond?! Who the hell do you think you are? I know what I'm trying to do, what about you?! All you're doing is standing there, doing nothing!" I screamed.

Dad gripped my arm as Isaac's eyes started to water. I watched as he got up and left the room with Oliver following him.

"Matthew, Jack is their son. They're grieving too." Father whispered.

"Don't say grieve. He's not dead."

"But-" Dad started.

"Don't say it, please, don't say it. He's not dead. We can still have hope." I said, my lip quivering.

"Okay, okay. We still have hope." Father said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

Oliver walked through the door with a book in his hands. "Matthew.."

"Yes?" I whispered.

"Something you probably didn't know about Jack is that he wrote down everything. We found it a couple hours ago because we were searching his room to see if there was any clues."

"Isn't that a little invading of his privacy?" I whispered.

"Maybe."

I chuckled and took the leather book from his hand and flipped through the pages, quickly. I saw a few sketches and I was a little to excited to read my mate's thoughts.

"Want us to leave you alone?" Dad asked.

I nodded. "Yes, please."

They all left and I opened the cover of the book. I saw Jack's perfect cursive handwriting. On the first page, he wrote:

If you read, have fun.

I chuckled, knowing that he was probably talking about his parents or me. I flipped to the first page, seeing the shading he did on the side of the page. I could see that the date was from about two months before we knew we were mates.

Dear whoever,

What can I say? I love Matthew Laine-Brooks. I don't know what to do because I want to wait until I found my mate, but this guy.. he just changed everything for me.

Yes, I love him. I can't just come out and tell him because we're not mates. But.. are we?

I mean.. I can feel a connection with him, but I'm not 18, so I can't feel the mating bond. We could be mates. I hope we are because I can actually imagine a life with this guy.

I don't know how he feels. He could like me too or he could just like me as a friend.

I flipped through the pages until I found one that caught my eye. I smiled when I realized what he was saying.

Dear whoever,

My mate is Matthew fucking Laine-Brooks. What is life right now

Like.. I can't even believe it. I love this man. I know I do. There's no one in this world that I would rather be with. He lightens my world and I can't imagine my life without him.

He means so much to me and I've only known we've been mates for a day.

I covered my face with my hands, sobbing into them. My bedroom door open and I didn't look up to see who it was.

"Matthew?" Parker said. Ugh, they're probably only going to make jokes about how much of a baby I'm being.

But when I looked up at them, I saw tear marks on their face. They were crying?

"Don't judge us for crying, man. He was our best friend."

I motioned for them to come over to me. Forest sat next to me and I just needed comfort, so I cuddled into his arms. I was surprised when he wrapped his arms around me.

"We're going to find him, Matt." Forest whispered.

"How can you be so sure?"

"We just have hope." Parker said.

"Can you guys stay here for the night, please? I can't be alone right now."

"Yes, of course."

I smiled, falling asleep, wrapped up in Forest's arms.