Chapter 44.-1
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Irene summoned Lunessa. We left Kiana and Janelle at the den, and despite her mutters earlier about how she wasn’t going to help us, she transported us immediately to Nash. I held back my grief when I saw his prone body in the clearing next to a river. Making as little noise as I could, I raced over to him. There was far too much blood under him, but I did see his chest move. When I touched him, his eyes opened, gleaming gold, and he grabbed my wrist.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. “It’s me. We’re going to help you. We’re going to get you back to the den, and…”
“They took the king,” Nash whispered. “They knew who he was. They were fucking waiting for us.”
How the hell was that possible? I opened my mouth to argue, and quickly clamped it shut.
Victor. Why the fuck would he rat us out?
“They shot him up full of drugs. Dante and Juniper too. Don’t know about Jenson. I managed to
avoid it, but I couldn’t take them all. Shifted enough to shout for Kiana to run. Did she make it?” He
wheezed.
“Kiana is fine. That’s how we got here.” I looked up at Lunessa. “Can you heal him?”
She nodded. “I’ll have to take him back to the den, and then I won’t be any good to you.”
“Do it. I have the element of surprise on my side.” I looked at Irene. “How are you in a fight?”
“I’ve learned a few things,” she said darkly. I had a feeling that she wouldn’t sit back anyway if
Jenson was in danger. I didn’t know if they were mates or not, but they were definitely in love.
“I’m going to let my wolf out and track them. I won’t be able to shift back without taking up too
much time, so if you need to tell me something, tug on my nape and whisper in my ear.” I hesitated.
“I…I’ll keep control. I swear it.”
“The fact that you had to say that is not comforting,” Irene muttered, but she stepped back. I called to my wolf, but she wasn’t slumbering, and the change didn’t take nearly as long as I had feared.
Lunessa gathered my clothes and disappeared with Nash. Other than our scents, there was no
evidence that we’d been at the river.
Putting my nose to the ground, I started to sniff. I caught Rhyson and his wolves’ scents, but I didn’t recognize the others, which meant that Gideon was part of the group that attacked them. I kept my pace slow, so Irene could keep up but also so I didn’t miss anything. I’d never tried to track anyone before, but my wolf knew exactly what to do. She shared control with me, nudging me one
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It wasn’t traditional communication, but I was learning to understand her a little better. The smells
got a little stronger when I stopped suddenly.
Another scent had caught my attention. Raising my head, I looked up and debated. Rhyson and his wolves were on the path in front of me, but there were two scents to my left and a multitude of
others. Gideon and Victor.
Except not Victor. Just something that smelled like Victor.
I needed to find Rhyson, but I also needed to try to see the whole situation for what it was. Then I
heard a faint sound that made my decision for me. The sound of a girl crying. Turning, I crept
slowly to the sound, aware that Irene was right behind me.
A small wooden shack lay ahead of us. Irene’s hand slowly touched my nape, and I stopped as she
knelt down next to me. “Jenson is in there. I can feel it,” she whispered.
I frowned. I hadn’t caught Jenson’s scent, but I believed Irene. There were two small windows on
the front and a door, but no guard outside. Pressing against Irene’s leg, I pushed her gently to the
left, and we made our way around to the back.
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