Page 67 of Wolf Tormented
What the fuck is going on in my territory? Patrick’s voice fills the truck as Alex puts him on speakerphone.
“Archer, there are cameras all around the village. They have somehow gotten closer than they ever should have on all sides.”
“What?” I roar. “How did they get close without anyone smelling them?”
Did Kyle do this? He’s the only one I know that has a scent masker.
“I don’t know, Archer. It doesn’t smell like humans but dirt and fresh moss. There is nothing. It’s almost like…”
“Like Carter,” I growl. “It may be worse than that, though.”
“What do you mean?” Patrick’s voice wobbles.
“I think I know how they know about us,” I say, gripping the steering wheel tighter.
“How?” Patrick’s breath hitches in his throat.
“They are working with bears.”
It’s the only explanation I can think of, but why would the bears work with the humans? They are solitary.
I’ve had no problems with the bears previously as they stay in their own territory to the north. But this could be an act of war between the two species.
“What do you mean? I haven’t smelled any bears,” Patrick says slowly.
He’s the oldest of all of us and probably remembers the time before the treaty when my father was alpha and our pack went to war with the Kodiaks.
Alex sits forward. “There were claw marks on Jordan’s door, and his apartment was trashed.”
“That information isn’t to be repeated,” I bark.
I glare at Alex out of the corner of my eye. We can’t have that information getting back to Jordan’s parents until we have an idea about where to find him.
Fuck. We have to find him.
“Absolutely, Archer,” Patrick says.
“I need everyone on high alert. I’ll be back in about thirty minutes to map out all the devices. Is there any evidence of microphones?” I chew my lip and my heart races a mile a minute.
I can only go so fast and my people—my family—are in danger.
I punch the steering wheel with an enraged roar. Alex shouts and jumps in his seat.
“Archer, it’s okay, we aren’t in immediate danger,” Patrick says.
His tone is soft and meant to be soothing, but I don’t listen to his words as I press the gas even harder. It’s reckless, especially with the ice and snow going up the mountain, but Jara’s eyes flash in my memory.
“Aren’t you, though?” I ask. “I’m not there, and it’s even worse than any of us expected.”
“Slow down, alpha. We have this until you get back and we can put the plan into action.”
Patrick is always the voice of reason, but I don’t want to listen to reason.
“I need to get back to make sure the pack is safe.”
And my mate. Not that she will want to talk to me. I leave the words unsaid, but Jara is never far from my thoughts.
Is she safe? Is Patrick absolutely sure that she is at the pack house and safe from the humans and their bear allies?
