“They’re stopping,” Ansel says, his voice a touch too loud. It’s a testament to his worry, and shows exactly how under our skin this kidnapping is.
These are our people, our mates. They’ve taken our sun and two of the moons that circle her. We’re just the males who bask in their light.
This is unacceptable.
Glancing up, I click on the tracker and widen the space on the map to see what’s around them. It’s miles and miles of land, with a house here and there.
What the fuck are they doing?
“There’s nothing there,” I whisper. I wish that I could use satellites to see more on this app, but I can’t.
It’s very frustrating to be flying blind. Fuck!
“There has to be something where they stopped,” Abbott says, his brows pulled down as he takes deep breaths to keep from hulking out.
We’re all bonded to him as a pack, which means as our alpha, he gets hit with all of our emotions with our close proximity. Ansel and I both mimic his deep breaths to get our shit together for him.
We have to keep it together.
“The dots all disappeared,” I report, struggling to shut everything down.
Calm, uncaring, disassociation, come on now. Something has to kick in!
“It’s like they’re just gone, but I can still feel my bond with Bellamy and Cass,” Ansel says. “They couldn’t have disappeared. I have their last known location pinned. I’ll tell you when to turn.”
Forcing air into my lungs as my chest collapses in on itself, I hold onto what I know. People don’t just disappear, and my lights are alive.
I can feel Winter and Cassidy inside of me. I know they haven’t left the world entirely.
Everything around us is dark, with the occasional cheery home brightly lit with light. It’s so at odds with the rage and desolation I feel, but I’m shoving those feelings deep inside, until my face is stony and neutral.
I’ll take those feelings out later to process, but for now, they have to hide away so I can do my job.
“I trust you,” Abbott says, continuing on until we get to a closed gate.
“Turn here,” I say, eyes narrowing. Getting out as he stops, I walk up to the gate and stare at it. There’s a padlock on it, but when I pull on it, the fucker opens as if it was replaced in a hurry. The ground under my feet has displaced gravel and deep depressions from a recent vehicle, but there’s no signs of it now.
There’s nothing on this property, despite it being fenced in. It’s abandoned and undeveloped.
So why are we here?
“This is where they were. Let’s get out and start walking,” I decide, glancing at Abbott to make sure he’s on board.
It’s dark, and it might be impossible to find anything, but we have to try.
“Let’s go,” he agrees, turning off the vehicle and getting out of the car. “Something stinks here, and we’re fucking going to find out what it is. Update Greig, please, Shi.”
Doing as I’m told, I shoot Greig a text with our exact coordinates, knowing they’re following us.
We all begin walking the property in different directions, using our phone lights to look for any kind of indentation that’ll signal a storm shelter or some kind of underground hatch.
There’s no moon today, which means our visibility is shit outside of the twinkle of the stars. They seem way too happy for what’s happening right now.
Nothing makes sense, and I am finding I need my fucking laptop. Maybe I can find building contracts, something to tell me what's underneath my feet. There’s open space for miles, but even if it was all trees, that wouldn’t explain why the trackers crapped out.
“Boss!” Greig yells, getting out of his vehicle as others pull into the lot. “What do you need?”
“Our pack is here, somewhere,” Abbott says, walking over to him. “It sounds insane, but the trackers they were all wearing disappeared. The trackers are undetectable to the eye, and can not be destroyed. Why would it stop transmitting a signal?”
