Page 52 of Hunted

In another twenty-four hours she’d be naming it.

Dominic and Luke had left forty-eight hours earlier to go confront Christian.

And her two men, her two alphas, hadn’t returned yet.

Why are they taking this long? What could they possibly be doing?

Abigail could not come up with satisfactory answers to her own questions. All she could think was that the worst had happened. Somehow, in the scenarios she pictured, Christian had overpowered Nic and Luke, and now they were dead or dying.

Tears welled in her eyes as she paced Dominic’s bedroom. She had slept there last night, needing to find some comfort as she sank further and further into hazy turmoil.

Maybe it was time to enact her plan.

She could go to the Moonstone pack security team and ask them to step in. She was sure they would do it.

Because she was certain that some of Dominic’s betas, who were on the security team, and some of his soldiers were as anxious as she was for Nic to return.

“Maybe.” She spoke to herself as she continued pacing up and down in the bedroom. “Maybe they can do some recon on Luke’s pack and make sure they’re okay.”

She was halfway out of Dominic’s house before she had truly made up her mind.

It seemed that the Moonstone security team had had the same idea as her because when she arrived, the words falling from her mouth in her haste, they nodded along and threw knowing looks at one another.

“We were about to come to you and suggest that we do that,” one of Nic’s betas said.

“Me?” Abigail said blankly. “Why would you come to me for this?”

The security team was quiet at first before one of them stepped forward to explain.

“You are the closest to our alpha. We figured if any decisions had to be made, you would make them.”

Abigail was speechless at this line of thinking. But then her anxiety, which had been lingering, surged forward, clouding her vision.

There’s no time for semantics about who is making any decisions! They could be hurt, dying, right now!

Hastily, Abigail and the security team came up with a plan.

Ten, large, burly wolf shifters got into formation. But just as they were about to leave, thirty minutes after the plan was formed, a shout came from outside.

Abigail whipped around, nearly knocking over one of the betas in her haste.

She heard a loud bang and then a cacophony of screams that came from outside the pack house where she was standing with the betas.

She ran outside, and her heart fell to the bottom of her stomach as she saw what the commotion was about.

Nic and Luke were staggering out of a car that had come to a silent, rolling stop close to the gates of the Moonstone pack territory.

Several pack members, including Abigail and two of the betas, ran forward as Nic tried to hold Luke up. Abigail’s stomach turned as she got closer to her men. They were battered, bruised, and bloodied. Their injuries were horrific, and bile rose to her throat, nearly making her retch as she stumbled through the throng of shifters. She had to fight her way to get to Nic and Luke, but soon she was helping them walk, along with the two betas.

Abigail was conscious then that she was getting their blood all over her. But it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that their blood was on her hands now. She sobbed with relief as they were carried to the pack house. It didn’t matter that she had their blood on her hands.

They were back. They werealive.

Someone called for the healer while Abigail and the two betas laid the two alphas out on the floor in the pack house.

The healer was there within seconds and began working on them with Abigail’s help.

A crowd had gathered around them, but Abigail couldn’t focus on them now. All she could focus on was the instructions that came from the healer.

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