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“I didn't know he was wearing the backpack. I thought it was still in the box.” I pulled my phone out of my pocket. “There should be a serial number somewhere in the box that I can put into the app and track where the backpack is.”

“I’ll get it out of the trash!” Blaze said, dashing from the room.

Thank god it wasn’t trash day.

Sunny started to shake. “We’re going to find him,” she whispered.

I nodded. “We are,” I assured her. Now I had a purpose. I knew what to do to get Luka back.

“Should we tell the police?” Rune asked, resting his hands on Sunny’s shoulders, like he was scared to be too far away from her.

I understood that feeling well.

I shook my head. “We’ll call them, but I’m not relying on those fuckers for anything,” I growled.

Blaze came bounding into the room, the colorful cardboard packaging from the backpack in his grasp. He handed it to me, and I started ripping it apart to find the information as the app downloaded on my phone.

Sunny paced the kitchen, muttering to herself, the wait no doubt stressing her to the point of insanity.

Ten minutes.

It took ten minutes to set up the app, but when the map loaded, a little red dot symbolizing the backpack flashed on the screen.

“It’s at the coast, maybe an hour’s drive away?” I said, tilting the screen, trying to figure out the location. “What the hell is out that way?”

Sunny shot up from her seat and pulled the phone from my grasp, her brow furrowing. “I know this place—Gregory’s family has a house out there, but it’s old and has zero staff.”

I nodded. “Let’s go get our son.”

Sunny insisted on coming with us. I didn’t like the idea, but I understood her desire.

“Cher, it’s not safe,” Rune said.

“You’re waiting in the car,” I insisted as we all piled into my SUV.

“Sure thing,” she muttered as she did up her belt.

Chapter 47

Rune

The entire drive was tense. Sunny kept chewing on her nails, a habit I hadn’t noticed before. Usually, her hands were clean and well-manicured.

Blaze was sitting next to me in the back, furiously typing away on his phone. He was hardly looking up from the screen.

“Who are you messaging?” I asked, craning my neck to look. Who the hell would he be messaging at a time like this?

“My mother. She’s furious about what’s happening. I’m frankly scared about what she’s going to do, but if it fucks over Gregory’s family? I don’t particularly care.”

I nodded. Marion could be truly terrifying.

“Can you drive any faster?” Sunny muttered as she wrung her hands in her lap. Without taking his eyes off the road, Walker reached across the middle console and took one of her hands.

It felt like both forever and no time had passed as we pulled up outside the old property.

Sunny started to climb out of her seat, but Walker rounded the car, pushing her back into the vehicle and closing the door before she even had a chance to protest.

“You’re staying here, it’s not safe,” he growled, locking the car with our omega in it.

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