“Tell me where he is,” Kaine says in a deceptively calm tone.
“Wh-who?” she rasps.
Kaine and I both snarl, my paws digging against the hard pavement.
“Foxx! Tell us where Foxx is!” Kaine says.
Footsteps thunder behind us. Grant appears first in wolf form, followed by Sage and Forest. Blood scents the air.
“We need to go,” Sage snaps. “Someone called the police.”
“Where’s everyone else?”
“At the cars or burning the bodies.”
Kaine drags the woman behind us as we rush to the far end of the parking lot. Lights flash in the distance.
Sage curses. “We’ll never make it.”
“Neither will my ropes. They’ll thin out the further away from the river we get.”
“There!” Sage points to a large storage unit behind a building.
We all run toward it, and with one swift kick, the lock shatters. We all step in. Forest uses his phone as a flashlight. Surprisingly, the unit is only half full of boxes and a spare set of tires.
The shed creaks in the wind, salt air leaking through the cracks. Kaine stands in the center of it, his shirt dripping as he tries to wipe his wet hair away from his face.
The water around Trivanka never wavers. It seems to be alive, spinning and twisting around her arms and legs like translucent chains. I was impressed when he did the same thing to Evan.
Impressed, but terrified.
Kaine lowers her to the ground, forcing her to kneel and stare at the puddle on the floor.
Forest crosses his arms. “You know why we’re here.”
Trivanka’s lips twitch. “No.”
“Tell us where Foxx is.”
She gulps for air. “I don’t know.”
“Did you leave him?”
Her shoulders shake, whether from the cold or fear, I can’t be sure. “I h-had to.”
“Why?” Forest asks.
“I couldn’t do it anymore. I didn’t want to be a part of it.”
“A part of what? What is he doing?”
She doesn’t answer.
Kaine tightens the rope, making her scream.
I bare my teeth.We need her to be quiet.
Trivanka slams her eyes closed. “It’s not what you think.”
