Page 58 of Wolf Tormented
It makes my vow not to get close to her even more important than ever. She’s a distraction that could get us all killed.
“I’m on my way to make sure all is well. I’m sure it’s a coincidence. They have to know Jordan would be missed. He’s the operations manager of the entire company.” The click of a car door meets my sensitive ears.
“He’s pack, Bill. He can’t be taken like the others.” I squeeze my eyes shut tight. “I will go after them all, but Jordan is only there because I asked him to be.”
I can’t believe I’m voicing such weakness, but I need Jordan to be okay.
“Look, call Jordan back and talk to him until I get there,” Bill says. “I’m five minutes away.”
I hang up the phone without another word and call Jordan back on the burner phone, but it rings out.
What the fuck is happening to him?
I call again and it rings until the robotic voicemail picks up. I hang up without leaving a message.
Should I text him? He may have turned his ringer off to keep silent and hidden.
I pull out my own burner phone from my pocket and clumsily text him. My hands shake so bad that I can barely type the letters.
They can’t take Jordan. They can’t have my pack.
Fuck can I even stop them, though? I’m all the way up in the mountains; I can never get to him in time.
The longer I wait for a response, the closer I am to saying fuck it and grabbing my keys.
I need a fucking drink. I storm to the bar in the corner and keep myself busy by grabbing a glass and filling it with ice. The silence is heavy and oppressive.
Has Bill made it there yet?
The bottle clinks against the glass, and I nearly spill whiskey on the bar top. I need to calm the fuck down.
Bill will get there faster than me. He will let me know what the hell is going on with Jordan.
Why the fuck didn’t he heed my warning? Why is he alone? This is bullshit. I hate fucking waiting to find out what’s happened.
I take a long sip of my drink and stare at the silent phone like it’s offensive. Where the fuck is Bill? Did he catch the agents and they took him too?
If they take both Bill and Jordan, my business is totally fucked and my pack is even worse off.
The glass creaks as I slam it back down on the bar. I can’t just stand around waiting for someone to tell me what’s going on. What if they are both gone? I’ll never know if I don’t go out there.
Mind made up, I pick up my phone and rush to the door. There’s nothing I will be able to do to stop them from being taken, but I can maybe track them by scent if I get close quickly.
My hand is on the doorknob when my phone starts ringing and Bill’s name flashes on the screen.
I whoosh out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding as I hurry to answer.
“I almost came all the way out there,” I say.
“You might still have to, Archer,” Bill says, his voice wobbly.
Fuck, what did he find? I’m almost too scared to ask, but I’m the alpha. I need the information.
“What happened?” I whisper.
“Jordan’s apartment was broken into. The door is broken down, and I have searched everywhere for him.”
“Fuck.” I slam my fist into the wall.
