Taking it, Dylon slid the metal cover off and peered inside. “Unfuckingbelievable!” he muttered, pulling out a piece of paper.
Chapter 34
“What does it say?” asked Lizzie.
“Dad had a tracking device implanted in him,” Dylon murmured, quickly scanning the paper.
“When did he do that?” asked Jackson.
“Twenty years ago…when he was sent to settle a dispute between the Alphas of the Russian and Tundra Wolves,” Dylon said.
“Twenty years?” Jackson thought for a moment before saying, “You think it’s still working?”
“I don’t know,” Dylon replied. “I’m not familiar with the High Council’s technology from back then.”
“Would Glenn or Smokey know?”
“Maybe,” Dylon muttered. Reaching into the box again, he pulled out a tiny, silver object and held it up for Jackson. “According to the note, this is a replica of what was implanted in him.”
“It’s a starting point at least,” Jackson said.
“Yeah…” Dylon murmured, turning the device over in his hand. Then, glancing at Lizzie, he asked, “Mom, did Dad tell you anything else, other than to give it to me?”
Lizzie’s brow furrowed as she thought about Dylon’s question. Then she said, “Just that he could count on you to know the most important date in his life.”
Frowning slightly, Dylon asked, “Are you sure that’s all he said?”
“Yes, sweetie,” Lizzie replied. “I remember specifically asking him what he meant by that, but he assured me you would understand.”
“You sure,” asked Jackson, “he didn’t leave another note or a box or…maybe a file for Dylon?”
“No, I’m quite sure,” Lizzie said. “Frank was very clear that Dylon would know what to do.”
Glancing at Dylon, Jackson asked, “By chance, did your father say anything to you twenty years ago…maybe told you which date meant the most to him?”
“No…I don’t think…oh shit!” Dylon said. “I know what it is! I remember a conversation Dad and I had just before he left on a trip back then. We talked mostly about my plans for the future, but toward the end, he told me there as a very important date he wanted me to always remember. At the time, I thought it was strange, but I agreed.”
“I’m not following,” Jackson said. “What does a date have to do with a tracking device?”
“Because it’s the frequency his tracker is using…I need Zane,” Dylon said, before heading out of Jackson’s study.
“Wait, Dylon, I’m coming with you!” exclaimed Lizzie.
“We’ll both go,” Jackson said, getting up and escorting Lizzie out of his study and down to Zane’s computer room.
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After thanking Remy and Cason for their help, Tristan watched them disappear before turning to Heath. “I want the enforcers and the pack members who volunteered to stay here to assemble in the community meeting room in five minutes.”
“They’re already waiting for you in there,” Heath replied.
Nodding, Tristan asked, “Where’s Reeve?”
“I’ve put him in the conference room along with every map I could find of the Silver Point Pack Land.”
“Thanks. C’mon…time to set a trap,” Tristan said.
Hurrying after his mate, Heath smiled to himself at the confidence emanating from Tristan. For someone who’d never been trained to be an Alpha, his mate wore the mantle of authority effortlessly. But what really surprised him was how quickly the pack members had given their loyalty to him.
