“Look around you,” he hisses.
There are houses all around us as we walk. This will turn into businesses soon enough, along with people bustling around living their lives.
“Ugh. Yes, there are people here too, looking for stability and safety,” I admit.
“Silva, and those who escaped with her, are right to be wary of alphas,” Kyren drawls. “I’m not saying I didn’t fuck up as well. I did. So we are going to go on our ‘we are stupid fuckers’ walk of shame and let Isidro save our asses.”
I can’t help the strangled laughter that slips out. It’s not funny in the least, but everyone handles stress differently. Sometimes, I laugh like a loon when it affects my personal life.
“Think about it,” Kyren continues. “Everyone moved to this town for a softer way of life. Even the alphas that live here seem super chill. I’m still having a hard time wrapping my mind around the fact that you have two scent matches.”
I’d shush him, but his words are barely said above a whisper. No one is going to overhear him. It was amazing when Isidro joined our team and we figured out that he was scent matched to both of us. We keep his secrets, and he keeps ours.
“She was as far away as possible from both of us at the bar,” I remind him. “I think she’s both of our scent matches. Silva must have figured it out at the bar, because she smelled like Isidro does.”
“She was wearing perfume,” Kyren realizes. “It didn’t smell bad, just off somehow. Now I see why. We have a lot of work to do.”
“I need pie,” I grumble. “Let me mope, Kyren.”
“God, you are so dramatic,” he sighs. “Only one slice, then I need to see what I can dig up. She didn’t give any names, but I can see if I can find a pattern in the missing omega files based on age.”
“You’re one scary motherfucker. I’d lick your brain if I could,” I say.
“Ew,” Kyren chuckles. “God, let’s get your sugar rush to keep you from saying weird shit.”
“Whatever gets me what I want,” I grin.
I won’t feel better until I get eyes on Silva. I don’t know how much alcohol she can tolerate, and she was drinking before she left the club.
Chapter Fourteen
Syrus
Silva leaves Widows Peak behind and keeps driving for forty-five minutes. My brows pull down as I follow ten minutes behind her, not wanting to spook her.
I’ll be in enough trouble later for tailing her.
“Where is she going?” Isidro mumbles, watching as I turn into a state park.
Widows Peak is nestled into a valley and surrounded by mountains. It’s why it can be difficult to get mail and deliveries when we get snowed in.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” I mumble caustically, following the little dot until it stops.
A few minutes later, I pull into a spot next to hers, frowning as I see that the truck is empty.
“Hope you have decent tracking skills,” I mutter, grabbing a backpack I keep with me at all times. It has water, a first aid kit, and various other things.
“Does it look like tracking people in the wilderness is my super power?!” Isidro complains as he gets out of the car.
“So touchy,” I chuckle, trying to keep it together as I lock up.
Silva is probably trying to work shit out in her head, which means she’s walking on one of the trails. I expect she isn’t too fussy about which one, so I begin walking toward the closest one that I see.
It’s beautiful here. Stunning foliage, mountains surround the park, and I think it’s as good a place as any to figure your shit out. I don’t see this as running, I can sense that Silva is really fucking overwhelmed right now.
The scent match situation alone is big due to her past with alphas.
Isidro follows me as I walk, and I listen intently for signs that my omega went this way. The trail goes about a mile before ending at a creek with the sun hitting the mountains around it perfectly. Silva sits with her legs tucked underneath her staring at the water, her eyes wet.
