“Evening, Miss Rose,” Fran said, walking into her room.
Rose looked at the door and her face split into a smile. “Fran, come and tell me how you are. I heard you had taken some time off.”
“I have, but there was an accident and they needed me. I’m back on leave again now, but thought I would pop in and see you,” he said, walking over to Rose’s bed and sitting on the side.
Rose took his hand. “Now tell me everything.”
So, Fran did. “And now he has an infection in his wound.”
“Our Robbie will find out what it is and fix your mate right up. So, what of the future?”
“That’s the question. I think he’s beginning to like me, so that’s a plus, but for now, I’m going to take one day at a time.”
“Very sensible. I wish I could meet your mate, but my days are running out. I’ll try and hold on for as long as I can.”
Fran squeezed her hand. “Don’t do that, just think of Ike, he’s probably pacing back and forth waiting for you to join him.”
Rose smiled and her eyes shone with happiness. “He probably is. I’ve missed him so much. But now, you need to go and check on your mate.”
Fran lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. “I will do. Take care Rose.”
Not long later Fran walked outside andlooked for his car, before remembering Emory had driven him in. He could walkhome, or straight to the castle. It wouldn’t take him long to walk to either as he could cut through the forest and fields. The darkness of the night not fazing him, wolf shifters had excellent night vision.
He was just leaving the hospital grounds when a car slowed down next to him and a window rolled down. “Excuse me,” a man called through the window.
Fran walked to the car and leant down, looking at the man, he looked to be probably mid-twenties. He smelt wolf and noticed that his car was filled with bags and boxes. “Hi, how can I help?”
“I was told Jacob Bishop had been accepted into the Pullman pack. I don’t suppose you know him, or where I can find him, do you?”
Fran stared at the man for a moment. “Yes, I know Jacob and know where he is. Who are you?”
The man gave a relieved smile and Fran realised he was younger than he originally thought, maybe late teens.
“I’m Joe Buchann, Jake’s my best friend. I’ve tried messaging him, but he hasn’t gotten back to me. I know he wants to protect me, but I’m worried.”
“You’re his one friend,” Fran summarised.
“Well, I don’t know if I was his only friend. There were others that hung out with us, but I’m pretty sure I was the only one of his friends that didn’t want anything from him but friendship.”
“If you don’t mind giving me a lift I can take you to see Jacob, I was on my way there anyway.”
“Jump in,” Joe said with a grin.
Fran opened the door, sat down, and buckled up.
“I can’t believe with a pack this large I actually found someone who knew Jake and on the first time of asking.”
Fran laughed. “The stars were aligned.”
“Which way?”
“Keep straight on this road and I’ll tell you where to turn. It’s late to be out and about looking for Jacob.”
Joe nodded. “It is, but I’m worried about him. I would have parked up a in a bit and slept in my car.”
“Thank goodness you found me then.”
“Yep,” Joe agreed happily.
