Syn POV.
I sighed as I set my guitar down. I had been trying to work out a solo for a song that Matt had written the other day, but it just wasn’t working. I couldn’t stop thinking about Mac. She’d been gone for two days now. I had no idea where she was. She’d left her phone here and the guys wouldn’t help me search for her. They all seemed to believe that she’d come back soon enough. I wasn’t so sure. I’d been pretty damn mean to her during our argument. If I was her, I wouldn’t come back. I should never have pushed her so hard to talk, I know that, I just couldn’t cope with not knowing. What would be so bad that you would try to kill yourself in order to escape? I froze as I heard a noise. I looked up at the clock, 10 PM. It wouldn’t be Matt or Val at this time of night, Jimmy and Zacky were upstairs watching a film and Johnny had just left. I frowned, and set my guitar down on the end of the sofa. Quietly I climbed the stairs from the music room basement, glad that I had left the door open. I peered through the door, into the kitchen, trying to make out if anyone was there in the shadows. I couldn’t see anyone. Well that was odd. Then one of the shadows moved, standing up. I tensed, ready to jump them, then I recognised the shadow. My heartbeat began to increase as I stepped forward.
“Syn…”
“Mac.” Then she was in my arms, as I held her tight. Her soft scent of coconut and vanilla surrounded me as I buried my face in her hair. “I thought that I’d lost you.” I breathed before letting her go. “Where the hell have you been?!”

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McKenna POV.
“Syn…” His name left my lips before I had chance to stop it.
"Mac.” He stepped forwards, pulling me into his arms tightly. He held me like that for a while. “I thought that I’d lost you.” His voice was soft, emotional. Then he let me go and I could see the anger building in his eyes. “Where the hell have you been?!” I resisted the urge to sigh. I was getting all too used to this side of Syn. I shrugged, forcing myself to remain calm. I didn’t want to be having this conversation.
“Around.” I replied, brushing past him and heading up to my room. After three days living rough as a wolf, I was in desperate need of a shower. I smelt like a pig and had things stuck in my hair that I really didn’t want to investigate further. I ignored Jimmy and Zacky’s curious and climbed the stairs. I began to strip as soon as I was in my room. My t-shirt was disgusting and torn in a couple of places, my black jeans now had a hole in one knee and the less said about my underwear the better. I smiled as I stepped into the steam of the hot shower. Man I forgot how much I love showers. I stayed in there for ages, until the water ran cold. Squeezing the last of the water from my hair, I stepped out of the shower.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” I swore as the cold air hit my body. I grabbed a towel and wrapped myself up in it. I purposely ignored Syn, who was spread out on my bed, as I walked back into the room. I felt his eyes watching me as I grabbed clothes and went back into the bathroom to dress. I opened the door to find him stood there looking rather apologetic. I glared at him and tried to squeeze past, which proved impossible.
“What?!” His gorgeous brown eyes bored into mine.
“I’m sorry. I was rude earlier, it’s just…” He looked away from me, then looked back, obviously getting the courage to say what he wanted to. “I was so worried about you Mac. I thought that you’d left for good and the guys wouldn’t let me go and look for you. they said that you’d be back. I guess that they were right.” I smiled at him. He was actually a very sweet person when he wasn’t pissing me off. He smiled back and uncrossed his arms. I stepped into his hug, enjoying the sensation of being held by so many muscles. His lips brushed my forehead. My heartbeat increased. I haven’t felt like this since…since Mark. I closed my eyes and leaned into Syn. No. I wasn’t going to think about that tonight. Not now. Gently, Syn pulled away and stared into my eyes.
“Mac, I know it’s difficult but, I need to know.” I began to back away. Not this again. Syn caught me and held me in one place. “Not tonight. You’re not ready. But promise me that you’ll talk to me soon Mac. I need to know.” His voice was soft, gentle, compassionate. I fought back tears. Someone actually did care. I bit my lip and nodded, knowing that the time for telling the truth was approaching like a steam train. And sooner or later I’d have to meet it head on.