Ignoring Cody’s protest, Ian gathered up some instruments and said, “Take off your shirt, please.”
Looking to Jackson for some support but finding none, Cody sighed, and did as Ian ordered. Wincing in pain as he wrestled his blood-soaked shirt off, Cody looked down at his chest, expecting to see nothing but a few scratches.
“Holy shit, Cody!” Jackson gasped, staring at a dozen, deep, bloody gashes crisscrossing his brother’s chest.
“You better lie down,” Ian said, helping his patient.
Shocked at the sight of his wounds, Cody swung his feet up, wondering what damage Dylon had sustained, considering his mate fought three times as many attackers as he did. Closing his eyes, he called to his mate using their link.Babe, are you all right?
I’m fine…I’ll be landing in a few minutes. How are you?
I’m with Ian right now but…
I know babe, we’ll shift as soon as I get there.
Are you sure you aren’t hurt?
No babe, really, I’m okay. We’ve landed.
I’ll wait for you.
Opening his eyes, Cody said, “Dylon’s arrived and is coming here.”
“Good,” Ian said, wiping some antiseptic on Cody’s wounds. “After you two have shifted, Fionn wants to talk to you.”
“Does he know about Hunter?” asked Jackson.
Stopping, Ian stared at Jackson. “Know what about Hunter?”
“Oh shit, then Dylon didn’t find him?” asked Cody.
“No,” said Jackson. “When he arrived back at the courthouse, the place was wiped clean except for Hunter’s clothes.”
“Shit,” murmured Cody. “The tracking device was embedded in Hunter’s jacket, so now we have no freakin’ idea where Hunter is.”
“That’s correct,” Jackson replied.
“Fionn doesn’t know anything about this,” Ian said.
“How is he?” asked Jackson.
“He received a lethal dose of phenobarbital,” said Ian, “but Colton used Raphael’s Power on him. However, he’s very concerned about his mate.”
“Of course, he is,” Jackson said. “Fuck, I’d hoped to have more information but Fionn deserves to know what’s happening.” Turning to Cody he said, “Once you and Dylon have shifted, I want you both in with me when I tell him what we know so far.”
“Hey, Ian,” said Dylon, sticking his head in the door. “I have a dead wolf here, where do you want him?”
“Come with me.” Ian hustled out of the room with Dylon trailing behind him.
Searching his brother’s face, Cody asked his brother the previously unspoken question. “Do you think Hunter’s dead?”
“I don’t know…I hope not.”
Then Cody asked Jackson, “Do any of our cousins know Hunter is missing?”
“No, not yet…I wanted to talk to Dylon to see what he thought about the information Zane found about the dead wolf before I drop that bombshell on them.”
“Yeah, that makes sense. If you want…Dylon and I will be there when you do it.”
