Mal and Flint look at each other and shrug.
“I’ll do it.” Flint flashes Grey a wide grin and walks over to him. “But I’m driving.”
I’m surprised when Grey nods and throws him the keys, but I don’t have space in my head to think about that right now. “Let’s go.”
The location Callum’s contact gave us is about an hour away.
I fucking pray that Morgan’s there and still in one piece.
Goddess, help them if he’s not.
The fight ringsare always held deep in the middle of a forest or wooded area.
I don’t know why, but I don’t give a shit either, since it works in our favour. We stash the bikes and Grey’s SUV farther back than I’d like, but we can’t risk being discovered before we’re close enough to strike. And if the FBsareworking with Fox, then we can’t rule out the chance they might be here tonight.
We’re about two miles from our destination and downwind, although there’s barely a breeze tonight. From past experience, the fights don’t tend to kick off before eleven o’clock. They like to give the wankers who come to watch plenty of time to place their bets.
Just the fucking thought of it makes my jaw ache and my fingers twitch.
I close my eyes and take a breath.
A hand grips my shoulder.
Beth.
“We’ll get him back,” she whispers.
“If he’s there.” I almost don’t want to move from this spot. At the minute I have hope. If we get there and find no trace of him... I have no fucking clue what I’ll do.
“What’s the plan?” Jet rolls his shoulders, tension in every line of his body. He wants to shift as much as I do. As all of us do.
Well, except Grey.
“I can keep up,” Grey says, glancing round at the five of us. “If you want to shift.”
Jet snarls. He gives Grey a thorough once-over, checking for hunter weapons.
I can’t smell aconite on him, but that doesn’t mean he’s not armed with silver. I’d be surprised if he wasn’t.
“Open your jacket,” Jet orders, and once again, Grey surprises me by complying. He’s wearing a shoulder holster. “What bullets are in that?”
“I don’t have anything silver on me.” He holds his arms out wide, inviting Jet to check for himself. “Call it a show of good faith.”
“More like a fucking death wish.” Jet tilts his head, studying him. “You’re alone with five shifters and you have no way to protect yourself.” He sneers. “You’re insane.”
Grey shrugs. “I trust you.”
I breathe in as subtly as possible. There’s a trace of fear, but I’m pretty sure he’s telling the truth. Don’t know if that makes him brave or insane like Jet said.
Either way, Jet dismisses him and turns to me, eyebrows raised.
“We shift. Same plan as before.” With the thick cloud cover blocking the moon, we can risk Beth joining us this time. I trustthem all to be as silent as their animal forms allow. Grey will be the liability. “Can you be quiet?”
He scowls like I’ve offended him. “It’s not my first time doing this.” As soon as the words leave his mouth, he winces. The implication isn’t lost on anyone. “I’ll be quiet,” he says softly, not meeting my eyes.
Whatever. I don’t have time for his guilt. “Shift.”
Quickly and quietly, we strip and shove our clothes into the two rucksacks Beth brought with her. Grey might be used to stalking prey, but he’s definitely not used to a bunch of naked shifters because he’s studying the forest floor like it holds the answer to everything.
