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As she dialled, she stepped away from the car, her eyes glued to what was left of the bodies. She was talking to her father, who kept her calm and stayed on the phone until her pack arrived.
While Mateo and Vince relaxed once she was in her brother’s arms, Ezra tensed. They were taking her away from him. In her eyes, they were the ones to save her, and Ezra hated the fact that she’d never know it was her mates who rescued her.
“We’ll tell her soon,” Mateo tried to soothe Ezra.
“She might already know,” Vince added. “Deep down she will have a hunch, she just can’t let herself think of it.”
Ezra ground his teeth, sinking his blade into an old cut on his forearm and reopening the wound.
With their mate safe, they deleted the footage, destroyed George’s phone, and drove home, all three of them ignoring the gut-wrenching sense of defeat.
Chapter Ten
Scarlett
The clouds of darkness dissipated, giving way to the aches and pains settling into Scarlett’s body. She felt as if she was on fire. Her eyes shot open, terrified that she’d be surrounded by flames. But she only found herself looking out of an open trunk. Regaining her strength, she turned and screamed when her gaze fell on a battered corpse. Blood was everywhere and she tried to look away, only to find another equally mangled body. She was in a large hall, with no one else in sight.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, only for it to burn through her veins. When she opened her eyes again, her gaze fell on a phone. Careful not to step on the blood or whatever else was pooling out of the body, she climbed out of the trunk and snatched the device from the ground.
Scarlett dialled her father’s number, walking away from the car only to flinch away from a third corpse lying on the concrete. Fearful that someone could be hiding in the shadows, her eyes searched the darkness.
“If you touch my daughter…” her father growled, his wolf so near it made goosebumps pebble her skin.
“It’s me,” she whispered.
“Scarlett—”
“They’re all dead. I don’t know where I am, but everyone’s dead.”
“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. Are you hurt?”
“My head is pounding, and I feel like I’m on fire.”
“Does the phone have GPS?”
She looked down on the screen and went through the apps to find the one she needed. Scarlett rattled off the coordinates, then let herself slide to the floor against a steel support beam.
“We’re on our way already. What do you see?”
“It looks like an old warehouse. There’s a car and three bodies, but I don’t see anyone else. I’m burning inside and it’s cold and I don’t feel good.”
“We’re coming.”
She closed her eyes, only able to see Kurt’s bleeding body. “Kurt? Where’s Kurt? He was bleeding. Someone shot him.”
“He’s being treated for his injuries.”
“And Paul and Daniel th—they were…”
“They are all being treated. You need to find somewhere to hide.”
“I can’t move.”
Flames licked through her veins, and Scarlett let her head fall back and her eyes shut.
“Scarlett, stay with me.”
The only sound she could offer was a pained grunt. Talking hurt and it was as if her blood had been replaced by lava. She heard her father speaking to her, telling her to stay strong, that they were on their way, but it felt as if her body was shutting down.
