James already has him. My heart feels like it's going to explode in my chest with how fast it beats, as panic blurs my eyesight.
“No!” The vision cuts off when I gasp and cry out, terrified by what I'dfeltin the vision. The sheer panic was too real to be contained to just the vision, and spurs me off the bed, onto my feet, to check up on Noah.
My heart is about to burst when I find his bed empty, the curtains billowing inside from the open window.
“Noah!” I cry out in urgency, my whole world destroyed in that moment.
The vision didn't come in time.
The rogue already has my son.
I have to get him back. But I have to get help. I'm dead if I go after the rogue myself.
Chapter 22 - Tyler
Dominic and Nicholas stare at me in shock, and I glance between them, noticing how they recognize the extent of what I just told them.
I told them everything.
Not by choice, but because Delilah brought it up with a passing comment on her way out when she stopped by before heading home.
Damn her for pushing me into this corner!
Yet, it feels as if a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. As if I'm not entirely crazy for being shocked to learn that I'm a father. As if I'm not crazy for being angry.
My friends are shocked, too.
“Shit…” Dominic raises his brows as he stares at me. “That's a tough one. You beat me to it, then. Congrats,” he chuckles as he raises his glass.
“Nice of you to make light of my predicament,” I snort, turning to Nicholas, who only shrugs.
“Don't ask me what I think. Unlike you two, I'm a free wolf,” he muses as he stretches his arms over his blonde head. “Ain't no true mate, fated mate bullshit holding me down. Though you have to admit, Arianna being a witch is hot.”
“You're not helping, Nick!” Dominic grinds through gritted teeth.
“I'm just here for the booze,” Nicholas snorts and pours another glass of bourbon.
“I'm not complaining,” I shrug nonchalantly as I pass my empty glass to him to be filled.
“Apart from being angry for obvious reasons, how do you feel about her?” Dominic asks, and I shrug again.
“It's complicated,” I sigh as I sip my drink. “I didn't want a mate to begin with after my brother died, and then there's my parents who won't approve of someone without a high rank.”
“And how do your parents feel about younotwanting a mate at all?”
A shiver passes through me. “They don't approve of it, naturally. They want me to sire an heir, the next alpha for this pack. They want me to have a…”
My voice tapers off into a groan as realization comes crashing into me in waves.
I already have a son, and that thought squeezes my heart, my chest tightening, and it forces me to look up at the kitchen window with a frown. The fine hairs on the back of my neck prickle at attention, an escalating sense that something is wrong.
Automatically springing to my feet, I ignore Dominic and Nicholas's questions when I'm drawn to the front door, pulling it open to the sound of thundering footsteps approaching.
I blink to clear my vision, for a moment wondering if I'd consumed too much of the wolfsbane and bourbon mixture, and I'm imagining Arianna rushing over with arms flailing urgently.
“Tyler! Tyler, please!” Arianna yells out as she comes rushing forward, breathless when she grabs the rail at the corner of the porch. Her eyes are full of desperate tears, her face contorting with pain. “He has Noah! James has Noah!”
Panic floods my being just as my friends come out to see what the commotion is all about, Arianna's desperation quickly sobering me up. Something inside me snaps, shifts, and has me picking myself up and putting all the pieces together in a second.
