His Mate - 29. Mating

Samantha's POV

I blink a few times. My mind is in knots. I look around and everything is exactly how I remember it. Something is off. Emily stares at my with concern. Jack looks over his shoulder to glance at me, fret swimming on his features.

"Samantha, are you alright?" Jack places his hand on my thigh, which sends chills up my spine and makes every hair on my neck stand up straight.

I nod, "Yes."

He doesn't seem to believe me. I am not alright. I am not okay. I am doing awfully. Something is happening, something no one expects or is ready for. I just don't know what. Yet.

I have every intention on figuring out what's going on. But I can't tell Jack, I don't want to worry him any more.

"I think we should leave." Philip says.

I agree, we should. So without further argument, we exit. We get in the car and I sit next to Jack in the passenger seat. He grabs my hand as he starts the car. Jack brings my hand to his lips and g