“Yup, but nothing turned up. Until I have a clearer picture of his face, none of the databases I use will be able to find a match. The image just doesn’t have enough visual information.”
“Keep working on it. He’s the shifter that was snooping around my mate’s motorhome…I’m positive of that,” Glenn said. “When Ghost and Smokey get back, show them…maybe they’ll know who the fucker is.”
“I can send the video to their phones,” Riley said.
“Nah, it can wait. They have their hands full.”
Shrugging, Riley turned back to his keyboard. “Is Oracle coming back?” he asked, keeping his face down, hoping luck would be on his side.
“No…at least as far as I know,” Glenn said, rising. “I’ll be in the conference room with my mates. Just holler if you need me.”
“Will do.” Riley wanted to ask Glenn why Oracle showed up, but decided it was better if he said nothing. As he’d found out in the past, questions had a way of coming back and biting him in the ass.
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“Pet,” Hunter called, wondering where Fionn was. After searching the cottage they were staying at and not finding his mate, he opened the rear door, walking out into the backyard. Looking around, he spied Fionn hiding in some bushes, staring back at him. Just as Hunter was about to speak, his mate shook his head, holding his finger up to his lips. Puzzled, he took a step towards Fionn, but was stopped abruptly when two small bodies ran into him. Reaching out to steady Galen and Eamon, who were in danger of landing on their butts, Hunter said, “Whoa there…where’s the fire?”
“Fire?” Eamon looked around. “Gally, are we fightin’ a fire, too?”
“Nope,” Galen shouted, wriggling out of Hunter’s grasp. “We’re huntin’ a dragon!”
“So why he askin’ us about the fire?”
“I dunno…” Galen knitted his brows together, his eyes pinning Hunter to his spot. “Where’s our dragon? Carsso said you have a dragon so where is him?”
“Ahh…Carsso told you about my dragon.” Enjoying himself, Hunter grinned at the two young boys brandishing their wooden swords.
“Uh-huh…told me he can fly. Now, where’s my dragon?” Galen demanded.
“Hey, he’s my dragon too,” Eamon whined. “Stop taking everythin’ Gally.”
“What will you give me if I tell you where the dragon is?” asked Hunter.
Putting his hands on his hips, Galen scowled at Hunter. “I dunno. Carsso said there’s a dragon here…a real live dragon who can fly. Tell me where!”
“It’sourdragon,” shouted Eamon, close to tears.
Looking over his shoulder, Galen saw Eamon’s face scrunched up, realizing his brother was on the verge of tears. Remembering what Carson had said about being a big brother, Galen grasped Eamon’s arm, pulling him closer to him. Then turning back to Hunter, he held his sword in the air. “We wantourdragon, don’t we Eamon?”
Sniffing a few times, Eamon raised his sword, also. “Uh-huh. We want him now so he can take us flyin’.”
Holding up his hands, Hunter asked, “Will a wolf with wings do?”
Eamon exchanged puzzled glances with his brother who shrugged his shoulders. “Wolfs don’t have wings, do they Gally?” Eamon asked, confusion echoing in his voice.
“Carsso don’t.” Frowning at Hunter, Galen announced, “Carsso told us we can’t lie so you can’t also. I’m telling on you.”
“I’m not lying,” Hunter said. “My wolf has wings…ask Carsso.”
Shaking his head, Eamon demanded, “Show me!”
“Yeah, show us. We don’t believe you, do we Eamon?”
“Galen! Eamon!”
Turning toward the sound of his cousin’s voice, Hunter answered, “They’re here with me…in the backyard.”
Rounding the corner of the cottage, Carson laughed at the scene before him. “Did you capture Hunter, guys?”
