The werewolf whose chest he’d nearly crashed into spoke.
“Your father is fine. There’s nothing wrong with him and he’s not sick.”
Dylan’s legs felt like jelly, the news feeling like a boulder had been lifted off his chest. He was so relieved.
“Can I see him?” Dylan didn’t care that he sounded like he was on the verge of tears. “Can I borrow your phone? I can’t get a signal, and I need to call my mom.”
He held up his phone, only to cry out in surprise when the second werewolf snatched it out of his grip.
“That’s mine,” Dylan said, dumbfounded.
Who just took someone’s phone?
“You can have it back later,” the first werewolf said. “My name is Bruce, and this is Cain. We’re supposed to bring you to Fairbanks. Our alpha will explain everything.”
Dylan took a step back, looking around with wild eyes. There was no one else on the jet bridge, and when he looked back, the door to the plane was shut.
“I don’t want to come with you,” Dylan said, taking another step back. “You can’t make me.”
The first werewolf paused whatever he’d been about to say, looked him up and down, and then lifted his brow.
The second werewolf reached into the inner pocket on his suit jacket and pulled out a badge.
“We can. You’re a member of the Sterling-Schaffer pack, and your presence in the Northwest territory has not been sanctioned by either your alpha or the alpha of the Northwest territory. You are subject to our jurisdiction and we have the right to detain you. We are exercising that right.”
Dylan blinked. He knew that as a member of Ryker and August’s pack that he was subject to werewolf law, but they had told him that those laws weren’t enforced for human pack members.
“You tricked me into come here,” he said, swallowing. “What did you do to my mom? She wouldn’t have agreed to lie to me like that.”
The first werewolf looked sympathetic. “We haven’t spoken to your mom. We spoofed her number and used a voice sample from a video she’d posted on Facebook to copy her voice.”
Dylan couldn’t believe it. He hadn’t known that was possible. It had sounded just like his mom, and if she hadn’t sounded like herself, well, why would she if his dad had passed out and was in the hospital?
“Why hasn’t she been picking up the phone?”
Dylan was relieved that his parents were okay, but for himself he was growing increasingly terrified.
This was insane.
“We temporarily disconnected their broadband and cell phone service. That’s also why you don’t have a connection.”
Dylan felt like he was in a nightmare. He pinched his arm, hoping that he’d wake up and find himself sandwiched between August and Ryker’s muscular bodies.
The pinch hurt, but Dylan didn’t wake up.
The second werewolf put away his badge. “You’re not in trouble, and no harm will come to you. Our alpha told us to make that clear to you. He also asked us to apologize on his behalf for the deception. With that said, please come with us. We’re holding up the jet-bridge.”
“I don’t want to-”
“I will put you in handcuffs and carry you out of here. Is that what you want?”
Dylan swallowed, the threat of handcuffs and manhandling having the complete opposite effect than if it had come from August or Ryker.
“No.”
“You’ll be okay,” the first werewolf said, stepping aside so that Dylan had a space to walk between them. “Do you like Marvel? We have all the Marvel movies on the TV in the car.”
Dylan looked at him, wondering if he thought he was brain damaged or something. Marvel was not going to make him feel in any way shape or form differently about beingkidnapped.
