“His cousin Sawyer’s mate is being targeted by The Collector and my Alpha would like you to accompany him and his mate, Alex, back here.”
Gripping the phone tight to his ear, Glenn tried to fit the pieces together regarding his mate but it wasn’t making any sense. According to Dylon, Sawyer had a mate by the name of Alex and if that was true, then why did he and his tiger think Sawyer was their mate? No matter how he looked at it, Glenn couldn’t make heads or tails out of it, leaving him with only two possibilities; Dylon was wrong, or Glenn’s tiger was. And he knew his tiger wasn’t wrong, so that means Dylon had got it wrong. Surprising, since the guy didn’t strike him as the type who’d be so careless but, as Glenn knew from his many years in the field, first impressions could be deceiving. He wasn’t about to say anything to Dylon about his mistake, at least for the time being, because learning the whereabouts of Sawyer was far more important.
“Glenn, you there?”
“Uhm…yeah. Where’s Sawyer?”
“In a motorhome at a campground in LA. I’ll forward the coordinates to your phone. His mate, Alex Fouché, is a dragon. And before you ask, I don’t know why The Collector has targeted him.”
“They’re mates, right?”
“Yeah, they are, according to Jackson. When you find them, shoot me a text. Jackson wants to talk to Sawyer first, just to let him know what’s going on.”
“Sure, no problem.”
“Thanks. Any luck finding Kevin?” asked Dylon.
“No…not yet, but I hope to have something soon.”
“Do you have an ETA for Kevin’s parents? There are several things I have to do before they arrive,” Dylon said.
“Shit…sorry. I haven’t been able to reach them yet but I’ll let you know as soon as they get in touch. Anything else?”
“Not for now…just be sure to give Sawyer Jackson’s message.”
“Will do. Bye.” Ending the call, Glenn waited, holding his breath until the text with his mate’s location showed up. Exhaling loudly, he heard a snort from across the room. Glancing up, Glenn inwardly chuckled at the look on Riley’s face. Shaking his head, he sat down at his computer and typed in the coordinates.
“Well, from the look on your face, I guess you already know where your mate is.”
“And what look is that?” Glenn murmured, staring at the satellite photo of his mate’s motorhome.
“The cat who ate the canary look. Fess up, you found out where Sawyer is…and just in time.”
Glancing over at Riley, Glenn asked, “What am I just in time for?”
Riley grinned. “I found Alex. He’s staying at a campground in LA. After he sold his condo in New York, he bought an SUV and a trailer and has been on the road ever since.”
Glenn shot a glance at Riley. “What else do you know?”
“Nothing about Fouché, but New York wasn’t the first time members of the Blackwood Pack crossed paths with The Collector.”
“Fucking Dylon…”
“Wait, I’m not sure Dylon even knows, because I’m pretty sure it happened before he joined the Blackwood Pack. The Collector was participating in an auction for a natural healer wolf shifter. Look…” Riley swiveled his computer screen so Glenn could see the face on it. “Does he remind you of someone?”
“Cody…Dylon’s mate!”
“Not exactly. You’re looking at Colton, an identical triplet to Cody. Someone was auctioning him off and The Collector was bidding on him. But at the last minute he was outbid by none other than Steel Valentin, mate of Alpha Jackson Blackwood.”
“A natural healer who’s in the Blackwood Pack? What the fuck?”
“Yeah…and when you add in Dylon’s off-the-charts strength and…”
“The High Priest… so much…all in one pack….no way is it a coincidence,” growled Glenn.
“Especially when you add invisibility and ghost walking to the mix…that’s one bad-ass pack.”
“That’s one way to put it,” mused Glenn.
