“She was known as Makayla before,” Hollis adds.
We get into the vehicle, and I nod for them to continue.
“I heard about the rescue mission from my omegas,” I explain. “Clara took them as well.”
“I’m sorry,” Lars offers. “She’s one sick bitch.”
“She’s going to be a dead one soon,” I admit. “Can I ask what your sister’s name is?”
“Alisa,” Lars says.
“I’ve seen her,” I breathe. At their wide eyes, I shake my head. “Let me explain. Clara lost the rest of her ‘inventory’ of omegas because they escaped. Due to our omegas being easier to obtain in her mind, she blackmailed one of my men intohelping her kidnap them. They also kidnapped Cassidy, our alpha female that you helped, because she happened to be there. The kidnapping happened a week ago, and we’ve been losing our minds trying to find them.”
“But how…?” Hollis looks like she’s trying to figure out how to politely ask something, but I’m not very polite.
“How did we figure out where the auction was being held without an invite?” I snort. “I found the auction flier up on a random bulletin board on the dark web, but couldn’t get an address. I was able to track my people to the bunker when they were first kidnapped. However, we couldn’t figure out how to get in. So, we did it the old fashioned way: with military grade ground penetrating radars. Thankfully, we have very good friends, but finding that fucking door was grueling.”
“You just gave me so much anxiety,” Lars groans, rubbing the back of his neck. “You had every guardian angel watching out for you.”
As in, it could have gone very badly. Got it.
“As for your sister, my pack and I were walking downtown when we saw her sleeping in the street. Abbott, one of my pack members, offered to help her get into a shelter. He didn’t want her to get picked up by a police officer for sleeping on the sidewalk,” I explain. “My omegas tried to talk to her, but she ran. I have some friends who may be able to help find her.”
Caleb and Lars both blow out a breath as they nod and thank me.
“The good news is, I don’t think she’s left Savannah,” I explain. “Now, let’s go blow up some shit, shall we?”
“Can we get our car out of the parking area?” Hollis asks lightly. “The entrance is just here.”
Henri grunts in agreement as he turns, and Hollis directs him to a large barn. Since it was so far away, we didn’t even think to look out here.
“The ground isn’t level when you go inside. Instead, it drops in a steep incline into an underground garage,” Caleb explains.
“There’s no way we would have found this. It’s not even under the original owner,” I mutter.
Guardian angels indeed. Fuck, I need to finish this and head to the hospital.
“I’ll get your vehicle if you’d like,” Henri offers, putting the SUV in park.
“Thank you,” Hollis says, handing over the keys as we get out of the vehicle. “Let’s get this done so my alphas won’t complain.”
I glance at Caleb and Lars and they shake their heads as we walk toward the barn doors.
“No, we left her pack with our omega,” Caleb says. “It was safer.”
It makes me wonder what their story is, but it’s not my place. I’m just glad to have help so I know the bunkers will never be used again. With Avery dead and Clara in our custody, maybe this nightmare will finally be over.
Chapter
Thirty-Seven
WINTER
My lashes arewet as I open my eyes, having been stuck in a nightmare while sleeping. Shiloh is sitting next to me, his head on my mattress with his eyes closed holding my hand, and I realize it wasn’t a nightmare, but memories replaying over and over in my mind.
I exchanged happiness for more nightmares. Awesome.
Staring at Shiloh’s messy, sun-kissed hair, I realize if I could go back in time to The Hug Project, I still would have left with Cassidy and my alphas. The opportunity to be free for a short time before it all crashed and burned was worth it.
