“Your room, I think,” Cam said, gesturing upstairs.
We were all up the stairs and in Marcus’ room quickly. The obvious crime scene made my stomach roll. The bed was a mess in a way Marcus never left it, and even slightly ajar, as if the attacker had moved it in the struggle. Blood splattered along the sheets that I hoped wasn’t Eva’s.
I could feel the pressure of tears behind my eyes. Crying wasn’t something I did often, but seeing what felt like the ghost of her here, and not knowing when I’d see her again, was a blow I couldn’t handle.
My alphas moved around me, inspecting the room while I stood still. It felt like time stood still in this room.
“It’s the same scent as in the car,” Marcus pointed out. “That horrible menthol.”
“You’re right,” Cameo agreed. “I should’ve known it wasn’t just a random break-in.”
“You couldn’t have,” Indi said, checking under the bed for any clues.
By the time they were done, it seemed like the only piece of evidence we had was that blurry photo.
“Should we call the police?” Marcus asked. “With nothing to go on, I don’t know what else to do.”
I rolled on my feet. God, I really didn’t want to but… “I know someone better to call.”
Everyone’s eyes landed on me. “Who?”
“My brother.”
“Your brother?” Indi asked, confused.
“It’s a long story,” I said, not wanting to get into it all right then. “But trust me.”
I grabbed my phone, fished for his contact, and dialed.
I was worried he wouldn’t answer. When he first rescued me, he would answer long enough to make sure I was alive, then hang up. He thought it was too dangerous. After a year or so, he would hold smaller conversations with me, but I haven’t seen him since.
“Hello?” he said, voice hard as always on the other end.
“Mas?” I asked.
He sighed, hating it when I called him that. “What’s up?”
“Uh, I’m in a bit of a situation, and I need your help.”
There was some shuffling on the other side of the phone. “What kind of help?”
“An omega in my pack, Eva, she was taken, and I need you to find her.”
“Wait, slow down. You have a pack? And another omega?”
I huffed loudly. He always brought out the side of me that made me feel like a kid again. “Yeah, I do. And I’d tell you about it if you ever called.”
All my alphas stood around, each with a different version of confusion on their faces, listening to my end of the conversation.
“You know why I don’t call,” he said. “When did you get a pack?”
“I’ll tell you later,” I insisted. “Eva is gone, and I need her back. Will you help me or not?”
There was a long silence on the other end I almost worried it was going to be a no.
“What information do you have?”
“I’m putting you on speaker,” I told him before clicking the button. “Everyone’s here. Mas wants to know what we know.”
