RWI-0191.
I close my eyes as my knees give out again. I’ve pushed myself to humanly impossible lengths, and itstill wasn’t enough. Slamming down onto the pavement, I can hear the crowd around me as worry seeps into my bones. My omega was kidnapped. My omega, Noa, shit.
RWI-0191.
I focus on breathing. My side and heart are burning, like a hell I’ve never felt before.I’m gonna find you, sweetheart, and they’ll pay for what they’ve done. I promise.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
SILAS
“Something’s wrong. I can feel it,” Thorne mumbles in my ear. The locker room is loud with other players hyped up from the great practice, but I can’t get myself to pretend that everything is fine. Not with this burning-hot liquid in my stomach, telling me something isverywrong.
I sigh, looking around the red locker room. The practice arena is about 15 minutes away from Cozy Bear Blankets, meaning we are only 15 minutes away from our Pack.
I nod towards Thorne to see if he’s drenched in the same worry coating our skin head to toe. There’s vomit stuck in the back of my throat, and I feel something happening on Havoc’s side of the bond, but I’m not… I–I don’t want to make the wrong call.
But Thorne feels it too. It’s not just me. There isdefinitely something wrong, and I’m wasting time here thinking about it instead of doing something about it. And with that, I throw my shirt on, more than ready to race to my Pack mates.
I know I can’t get behind the wheel with this much panic in my system. I meet Thorne’s green eyes and nod.
“Let’s go.” We’re storming out of the arena, trying our best to keep it together as we go from a fast walk to a jog out of the place. We don’t have time for questions. I don’t have time to explain; I need to go.
As we reach the car, Havoc’s bond becomes weak. “Silas–” Thorne’s voice wobbles a minute, and I know this isn’t in my head. This is real.
“I’m calling,” I say, sliding into the passenger seat of his car. I don’t know if he is safe right now behind the wheel, but we don’t have any other options. “Get us to them in one piece.”
I try to call Havoc but it goes straight to voicemail. That’s odd. He’s with Noa, maybe they are sleeping? Tangled up? No, they can’t be. They’re working.
I call Noa next, then the store, and each time I don’t get an answer, Thorne is stepping harder on the gas. We are going ten over, and we'll make it to them in seven minutes.
Thorne parks on the street as we notice the crowd a few feet in front of her store. “What the hell is going on?” Thorne asks as we fly out of the car. My mind isracing as I take in the situation, my heart still in my ass.
The store light is on, but the crowd keeps catching my attention. I open the door, and the chill of emptiness covers my arms. They aren’t here.
Turning on my heel to walk out of the store, bumping into Thorne, who is hot on my heels, I finally brace myself for the crowd. I want to believe that it’s a celebrity or something, but my gut tells me that’s not the case.
I didn’t think my heart could get any lower than my ass.
“Havoc,” my voice is low as I spot my Pack mate on the ground. Pushing through the crowd with more vigor, my only thought is to get to my mate. When I finally break through to the surrounding circle, I pause, completely shocked by what I see.
Whatever battle he was in, he lost. Badly. I rush to my mate, sliding down to my knees and lifting his face by his chin slightly. He’s got scrapes and bruises already forming on his face, mainly on his hands, but his body seems like it’s much worse under his clothes. Grasping his side, Havoc meets my eyes, and all I see is a fury I wish I could solve.
“What the hell happened?” Thorne’s voice is sharp as he flocks Havoc’s other side. He’s staring down Havoc, marking every scratch and bruise on him.
The sound of an ambulance makes the crowddisperse a bit, and I can’t believe I didn’t even think to call for help. What kind of leader am I? Fuck. I look back at Havoc, and he’s dazed. His eyes are open but staring off in the distance.
“Havoc,” I growl, but he doesn’t move. Paramedics try to touch him, but I snap at them, not wanting anyone to touch my mate. My injured mate is on the ground, bloody, bruised, and unresponsive.
“Sir, we’re only trying to help.” I hear them, and I know I have to move. I can’t save him. I can’t help my Pack mate, and it’s killing me. I shake my head and force myself to move.They will help him.
They will save him. And we can figure out what happened. In that order.
I watch them as they attempt to lift Havoc, but Havoc’s growl is fierce. Their gloved hands try again, but he remains unmoved. He’s not letting them help. This isn’t good. I try to meet Havoc’s eyes, but he’s not here. He’s not here mentally; his eyes appear as if there is a film over them, and my heart cracks.
“They got her.” The word slips through Havoc’s bloody mouth, and another chill racks through my body. My eyes slowly drag to Thorne’s, and he knows instantly as well.
Our omega was taken.
