Page 57 of Wolf Targeted
“No one is to go anywhere alone. How were they targeted?” I run a hand through my hair.
“I have had everyone report to me whenever they got a visit from agents. Every time,” he says. “These five all lived alone.”
“What about family?” I ask, getting a clearer picture of what’s happening here.
“They had no family and were all visited in their apartments the day before they stopped showing up to work.”
“Fuck. They already knew what we were before the investigation.” I clench my fist. “They are rounding us up to do gods know what.”
They are taking us for experiments,I think, but Jordan is already scared enough, so I don’t repeat my thoughts.
His voice wobbles giving away his fear. “What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know yet. I need to check on the apartments and see if there was anything left behind.”
This is so much worse than we originally thought. Why are they taking such a sudden interest in us? How did they find us in the first place?
“I have a couple of trusted HR managers asking around to see if anyone noticed anything suspicious, but so far, there’s nothing.” There’s a soft knock on his end of the phone.
“Are you alone, Jordan?” I ask slowly.
I warned him to be careful. What the fuck is he thinking?
“Yes,” he says.
“Do not answer the door. Keep very fucking quiet. We don’t know who’s there.” My shoulders tense, bunching around my ears.
The knock sounds again, a little louder this time. Is Jordan about to fucking disappear as well?
“When is the last time one of the agents came to visit your apartment, Jordan?” I whisper.
Do they have shifters with hearing like ours on their payroll? I don’t know, and I don’t want Jordan to find out either.
“Yesterday,” he mumbles so quietly I almost don’t hear him.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I whisper because Jordan fits their MO.
He doesn’t have any family that they know of, and he lives alone.
What are the odds that they would pick him up while he’s on the phone with me? I don’t believe in coincidence.
This is a clear message to me that they can take my people any time they want and there’s nothing I can do about it.
“Find somewhere to hide, Jordan. I’m calling Bill. He’ll be there as soon as I can get him there.” I hang up the phone and call Bill immediately.
The phone rings three times, and I’m about to freak the hell out and hop in my truck when he finally answers.
“Archer? Is something wrong?” Bill asks over the line.
“Employees at the company have gone missing, and I was just discussing the situation with Jordan when there was a knock on his door,” I say in a rush. “Can you run and check on him?”
“Slow down. Why do you think the government is at his door?” Keys jingle in the background.
Good, he’s actually taking me seriously and getting to Jordan.
“The people that were taken live alone, have no family, and were visited within twenty-four hours of when they disappeared.” I pace around the office. “Jordan fits all the criteria.”
What the fuck am I going to tell his parents if he’s abducted by humans? I am the reason he doesn’t have the protection the pack does. It’s my fault. Maybe if I hadn’t let myself get lost in Jara for so long I could have seen this coming.
