GRANT
“What is it, boss?” Graham asks.
“Did you figure out something?” Nate inquires.
The gears in my head are still turning. “What if they already know where we are?” I muse.
Both men exchange an uncomfortable look before turning to me. “I don't understand,” Graham says.
“You said the hunters have been rumored to be around the woods where lone wolves change, right?” They nod in reply. “There are too many patches of land around for their first sighting to be in a place that definitely has shifters.”
The image begins to become clearer for both men. Their minds start working like mine, which isn't necessarily good.
“Shit, they could already have intel on where to search for us,” Nate surmises.
“Exactly. If that's the case, then none of us are safe. We don't give them enough credit for planning and working together, but if we'rethinking about it, who says they're not doing the same thing even if it's not exactly in their nature?”
“That's true,” Graham says, falling back into the chair. “How do we even start? What do we do now?”
I get up and walk to the window, taking in the view and trying to soothe my overactive mind. “Luckily, there aren't a lot of pockets for wolves to change. We could start search parties around those areas and see what we come up with. With any luck, we'll be able to surprise the hunters before they get the upper hand on us again.”
The evening sky has already transitioned to night. The city's lights are shining, though, beaming at me from the streets below. The city feels alive and busy, which sums up my life. Maybe that's why I love the calmness of nature so much.
“We can get those search parties up and running by tonight,” Graham assures me.
This good news doesn't make me feel any better. In fact, it only makes me feel much worse. I wonder where the sinking feeling just appeared from, but slowly, the answer comes to me.
“I need to get back now,” I declare, tearing myself away from the window.
“What?” both men chorus in surprise. “Where are you going in such a hurry?” Nate inquires.
“Leena is in trouble, I can feel it.”
“What do you think is happening?” Graham asks on alert.
“I don't know, but those hunters attacked Tom's pack—Leena's old pack. Who knows if they saw her at some point while they were stalking. Anything could happen, especially now that attention is growing around us. There's every chance they've found their way to our protected land and I left Leena there alone. I'm going to get her.”
“We're coming with you,” Graham offers. Nate stands to join him, but I shake my head at both of them.
“There's too much going on, and our forces are beginning to wear thin. If you must come with me, secure the search party for the areas in the city first. After that, both of you can come out to IronFang's land.”
“You've got it. We'll be there as soon as we can,” Nate promises.
Neither of them tries to make me wait. They both know that Leena is my mate and nothing will stop me from rushing toward her in a crisis.
I run out of the building, ignoring the curious gazes, and hop into my car. Despite my better judgment, I try to call Leena's phone. It's off, just like it has been for days. The image of the device just casually sitting on her bed flashes through my head.
The next best thing is trying to reach anyone who normally stays at the house. The problem with that is none of them were there when I left.
The first person to answer is Molly. “Jeez, I finally got to sleep early for once, and this is how it goes?”
“Molly, where are you?”
“I went to my sister's place. Come on, I told you about this two days ago.”
“Shit, I'm sorry, I forgot.”
She senses the urgency in my voice. “What's going on?”
