I walked into the hall so I could hear her better, fear pooling in my gut. "What's wrong?"
"Please," she whispered, "he's going to find-"
Something sounded like it slammed, and she screamed before the sound was abruptly cut off.
"Lillian! What the hell is going on?" I suddenly felt dizzy and leaned against the wall as the silence stretched on. "Lil? Say something!"
Wren came out into the hallway and said something to me, but I couldn't hear what over the deafening silence in my ear. There was a slight shuffling sound and then someone breathed into the phone.
"Lillian! This isn't funny! What the fuck is goingon?" My hand was wrapped around the phone so tight that I was surprised it didn't break.
"Hello, Kingston." The voice was raspy and weak but undeniable.
Marcos.
What the hell? My sister lived over an hour away from the hospital he was at, and last we'd heard, he was in a coma.
"Marcos. Let her go. This is between us." My voice was barely recognizable through my warning growl.
Marcos laughed, which turned into a coughing fit. He cleared his throat. "Meet me at my warehouse in Port Trinity. Bring the redhead and the crazy fuck that ripped my arm off."
The line went dead, and I stared down at the ended call.
"Kingston, what is it? Who does he have?" Wren grabbed my chin and forced me to look at her. "Stay with me. You're starting to let your wolf take over."
"He has her. Marcos has my sister."
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Wren
How was it possible for Marcos to be out of the hospital and be well enough to have gotten to Kingston's sister? Something wasn't adding up because someone who had just lost an arm less than a week before and had been in a coma would not get one over on a wolf shifter.
"Let me call Trevor." I reached for my phone in my back pocket, but Kingston grabbed my arm to stop me. "He needs to know. We can't go after him alone."
"I don't trust him. How is Marcos even..." Hestared past me, his face a mixture of anger and fear. "He wants me to bring you and Zayn."
My mind was already running through the ways this could go with only the four of us. "We'll need backup and-"
"I'll go alone then, and Marcos will have to be good with that." He let go of my arm and went back into the exam room, where Zayn was grinning from ear to ear as he looked down at the vet.
I'd told him he could have one hit, but in my brief absence, it looked like he'd taken about ten. Matthew was passed out, and although I couldn't see his face, the blood on the floor was enough to know his face wasn't pretty.
"Give me my keys." Kingston held out his hand to Sullivan.
"You aren't going alone. Don't give them to him." Kingston was absurd if he thought he could handle the situation on his own. "We need to be smart about this. Marcos isn't going to be alone; he lost an arm and was in a coma. What do you think he's going to do once we're there? Hand your sister over?"
He didn't respond. It was like all his common sense had flown out the window. He was panicking, and in a panic, the mind makes decisions that makethings worse. The same thing most likely happened when Marcos had first discovered Lillian could shift.
My phone rang, and I pulled it out. "Trevor. We have the information we need and-"
"There's a problem." Trevor sounded almost out of breath, like he'd been running. "Fuck. Damn it! I got confirmation that Marcos is gone. We are en route." The sound of a door slamming and then a vehicle starting came through the phone.
"How? He was in a coma." It sounded like Trevor fumbled with his phone and I waited patiently, still blocking the door from Kingston trying to leave. Not that he had a car to leave in since Sullivan had his key.
"It had to have been a cover. We were going off what was on security footage and in the medical records. Our guys couldn't get close enough since he was in the ICU. We need to locate him, and fast. If he was able to pull off something like this..."
"He has Kingston's sister." I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. I didn't want to upset Kingston but also knew we'd be stupid not to get help from a team of highly trained agents. I'd played a part in recovery operations before, but always with a team to back me up. "Send in the team to clean up this vet mess and send anotherteam to follow us. He wants me, Zayn, and Kingston."
