Please let Mitchel be okay.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
Mitchel
Oak City Assembly Hall’scourtyard remained mired in chaos as Mitchel approached, running at full speed. He scanned the crowd for Ramsey. Surely, the alpha wolf would be around, organizing the survivors. Try as he might, Mitchel couldn’t spot him. He didn’t see Josh or Nathan either.
Damnit.
The first wolf Mitchel recognized was Erika, and he sprinted in her direction. She was caring for a group of frightened wolves and fae, moving them farther from the wreckage. She issued orders to the able survivors, who did her bidding without question. Thank god someone was taking charge.
Mitchel yelled her name to get her attention.
She snapped her head in his direction. “Mitchel!” She looked relieved to see him. “Have you seen Ramsey?”
“No. I was going to ask you the same thing. I’m looking for him too.” Mitchel lent a hand, helping her usher her group to safety.
“I’m worried,” Erika said. “His rooms were near the blast zone.”
“I’ll head that way and search. We need to rally our best trackers. They could help find Ramsey and also my vampire friend has been kidnapped. We need a team to track the getaway van. Can you help?”
“Oh my god, you mean Sinclair? Nathan told me you’re sweet on him. He’s missing?”
“Taken, I’m sure of it,” he said.
“I’m so sorry, Mitchel. Of course I’ll help you find him.”
“You’re needed here, but if you could keep an eye out for Nathan or Josh, that would help. They’re our best trackers, and if they can’t follow his scent, no one can. If you find them, tell them to wait for me here. I’ll be right back. I’m going after Ramsey. What room?”
“It’s 108,” she answered. “Be careful.”
“Thanks.” Mitchel raced toward the smoldering building, heedless of the danger to himself.
The structure could come crashing down any second. Parts of it were still on fire. But if his uncle could be trapped inside, he had to go in.
Blazing a trail past the shambles, he entered the remnants of one of the hotel’s long hallways. He made his way toward Ramsey’s suite, grateful the wolf had been on the first floor.
Rooms 102 and 104 looked mostly intact, but as he approached 106, a section of the wall had collapsed, blocking the door. The power outage left the building dark and smoky. The door to room 108 was only partially blocked.
Mitchel hauled debris out of the way as fast as he could, tried the door, and found it locked. With a mighty kick, he knocked the door open and forced his way inside.
“Ramsey? Are you in here?”
One wall had caved in, and the ceiling was partially collapsed, revealing parts of the floor above. Wreckage littered the floor. Breathing in the smog was a challenge he hadn’t anticipated. He brought his shirt over his nose to breathe through the fabric.
“Ramsey?” Mitchel scanned what was left of the room and gasped.
Next to the bed, pinned beneath ceiling tiles and wiring, was Ramsey. Unresponsive.
He climbed over the rubble and knelt at his uncle’s side, calling his name, but Ramsey was, at best, unconscious. At worst? Mitchel couldn’t bear to think about it.
He placed two fingers on Ramsey’s neck and held still.
A pulse.
Thank the moon. He flung debris off him in a mad rush, the scent of blood filling his nostrils. A wound gaped on Ramsey’s abdomen, wide and oozing around the edges. It would be dangerous to move him, but they couldn’t stay here.
If he could bind the wound tight enough, he could carry him to safety. Bed sheets were the obvious choice. The top layer was filthy so he grabbed the one from the bottom and yanked. He bunched a section of the sheets in one hand, lifted Ramsey with the other, and shoved the wad under his back.
