Bears VS Wolves (Team Shifter 1)

“Don’t chicken out,” I tell myself. To me, sending a message instead of just going in person is a cop-out. He deserves more than a casually typed message that could be misinterpreted or received at a bad time. No, I’ll just go.

I can do this.

I shower, style my hair, throw on a dash of mascara, and get dressed. I don’t look amazing by any means, but I’m me, and that’s enough. That’s what he likes. He likes me for me.

I only hope I haven’t lost him.

I go outside, hop in my car, and drive across town. The clinic isn’t far and I honestly could have walked. I don’t want to be sweaty when I arrive, though. I hurry inside and when I get to the reception desk, I smile.

“Hello,” the woman says. “Do you have an appointment?”

“No, I don’t. I’m here to see Doctor...”

Shit.

I don’t even know this guy’s last name.

Fuck.

Me.

Leave it to me to become claimed by a guy whose last name I don’t know.

The receptionist raises an eyebrow.

“Doctor?”

“Doctor Rob,” I squeak out. It comes out like a question though, and her brow furrows. She looks at a piece of paper in front of her.

“Was your appointment for this morning?” She says. “Unfortunately, Doctor Rob had to cancel all of his appointments. I thought I called everyone to let them know...” Her voice trails off as she shuffles through a few different pieces of paper, and I slink out of the office unnoticed.

Well, shit.

So much for making up.

I pull out my phone and open Team Shifter. I’ll go ahead and send him a message, I guess. I go to the messaging portion of the app, but the place where our messages were is gone.

Deleted.

“What?” I whisper, and suddenly, my entire chest hurts. He unmatched me. He unmatched me because of what I did, and now I don’t have a way to tell him that I’m sorry, that this isn’t what I want.

I don’t have a way to move forward.

What do I do?

Flicking to my contacts list, I call Foxy. She answers on the first ring.

“Meredith? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I say.

“It has to be something. You’ve never called me on the phone before.”

“I’ve called you.”

“Never.”

“He’s not at work,” I blurt out. “What do I do?”