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Kellan and Hunter.
They’re here.
Finley groaned from the ground. “Pack is here,” he huffed out. “Not sure I can walk though.”
Tempted to kick him again-in the side this time, I wasn’t a monster-I stared down at him. “I’m walking out of here now. I don’t care if you follow or not. I don’t have time or energy for you any longer, and if you
EVER speak to me that way again, I will cut your balls off and feed them to my wolf. She’ll gobble them right up, and neither of us will lose a wink of sleep over it. I. Am. Done.”
I repeated it with force, and Finley’s features, already blanched from the nut shot, went starkly white. His eyes were wide and shimmering in unspent emotions, and I got the sense he was pleading with me not to go. Which I flat-out ignored.
Spinning on one foot, I strode through the mouth of the cave without a single glance behind me.
Finley had gone too far this time, and while he might not have deserved what happened to him in the past, he absolutely deserved my knee in his balls.
When the bright morning light hit my face, I picked up the pace and ignored the frosty bite of the crisp air. Righteous anger was fueling my blood, so I’d be fine. In the harsh light of day, the forest looked even more desolate, and I hurried through it, ignoring the new attack against my bare feet.
It could be worse; I could be Finley who was bare-ass naked. I doubted he’d risk shifting back to his bear and getting stuck, especially since I wouldn’t be helping him again.
Next time, he was on his own.
With the tugging of my mates growing stronger in my chest, my wolf’s presence came back in heavy waves. The ground trembled as I moved, and when a crash shook the sky above, I picked up the pace until I sprinted. The chill of the air faded under an assault of fire from above, and I was fairly sure I knew what I’d find in the skies when I stepped out from the trees.
It took every scrap of my scattered focus not to trip over the gnarled roots and exposed brush, and even when my hair caught on branches, I didn’t stop. Another crash had me stumbling, as near deafening roars shattered the air around us.
My face was hot, and I had no doubts it was tinged pink from the unnatural heat. Every breath I drew in scorched my lungs, and I was afraid that by the time I found my pack, it’d be too late to stop what was happening out there.
This was one for the history books. The first of its kind.
An honest to goddess dragon battle, and I had no idea how I was going to stop them from killing each other-and the rest of us in the process.
SLADE
We’d made quick progress across the country to Texas, and as badly as I wished to be in my dragon form, shielded from the heavier emotions of losing my omega, I refused to tire myself out before we arrived.
I had no idea what to expect or how hard they’d be to find; none of my searches brought up any property owned by Blaine or his pack in Marfa, Texas. Wherever they were holding Emme was completely off grid, with no registered electricity or plumbing connected.
We’d be tracking them the old-fashioned way, helped along hopefully by the tangible connection between Hunter, Kellan, and Emme. A connection I didn’t have yet, maybe ever, and for once I was grateful not to be suffering with my brothers. I needed to keep my head clear while in enemy territory.
During our flight, Hunter had taken to staring pensively out the window, his hands steepled in front of him. His face was expressionless but his eyes blazed gold-he was on the edge. I’d never seen him this close to losing it, and a complete loss of control would have him making mistakes.
Mistakes that could hurt Emme.
Hence why I was determined to remain as calm as possible, despite the rage building in my gut.
Kellan had taken to pacing up and down the plane, his hand rubbing in circular motions across his chest. Sorrow, pain, and desperation bled from them both, and I couldn’t begin to fathom how hard it was to have bonded and then lost her, when I was struggling not to shift and all but disintegrate this fucking plane.
Emme had burrowed under my skin so flawlessly that I never saw it coming. She’d been a curiosity when she first appeared on the scene, and I’d had no idea if I would embrace or destroy the interloper to our pack life. That curiosity soon turned into obsession as I found myself stalking her every step, following digitally, along with in real life.
Everything about her took me by surprise, from the way her eyes lit up and she’d throw her head back to laugh when she was truly happy, to the concentration on her face when she was attempting to decipher words. She had no idea how strong she was, but I saw it. I saw it every damn day.
Fuck, I knew her face better than my own, with all her tanned skin and freckles-that I could map in my sleep-along with the icy blue of her eyes and strawberry hint in her hair.
I knew her… and I’d still fucking lost her.
The memories of our prank war were some of the best I had in my life, but I couldn’t let it happen again. I’d been amused when she shut down the cameras, and I hadn’t overridden them so I could experience her prank without any prior knowledge.
My selfish needs had gotten her kidnapped and hurt.
I had no idea yet what my choice fully cost her, but I would find out soon enough. I just hoped I could live with the consequences of my actions. One thing I did know for sure was that it would never happen again.
Our mate might have thought she was under surveillance before, but that was nothing on how closely I’d watch her now. Every step. Every breath. Every fucking second, she was mine.
The pilot’s voice came through the speaker advising us that we were about to land, and to take our seats. Kellan ignored him completely, growling and grumbling as he stomped up and down the aisle. Hunter continued to scowl into the dark sky, the morning sun not yet breaking through on the horizon.
We were heading for a private airfield that we’d paid a fuck-ton to use, keeping our names and organization out of all paperwork. We wouldn’t risk Emme by giving those bastards advance notice of our arrival.
Hunter pulled to his feet and grabbed the tactical gear we always had stored on our plane. He handed Kellan an armored vest and weapons, before he donned his own. I didn’t bother. Most likely I’d be in my dragon form for this battle, and it was better not to weigh myself down with gear that’d only get destroyed.
“There’s a car waiting here for us,” Hunter said, his voice rasping from lack of use. “And an ATV in Marfa. If she’s in an underground bunker, I doubt they’re keeping her in the town itself, and I want to be prepared for anything. Including isolated and rugged terrain.”
“I’ll be in dragon form,” I said flatly. “I can track her better that way. You will follow my lead.”