Page 10 of The Alpha's Weakness
“Shit.”
“So, do we think they took her?” Rhodes asks, and I know he must be talking to Foster.
“It’s looking that way,” Cyrus says. “I’m headed out there now, but Foster called me and said he picked up her trail. It disappears at the road up there.”
“Like she was picked up by a car,” I say.
“Or taken away in one. There were signs of a struggle.”
“Dammit!” I hiss.
Cyrus hums in agreement.
“Okay, we’ll head that way now,” Rhodes says, ending his call.
“I’m with Rhodes. We’re headed up there. See you in a few.”
“Sounds good,” Cyrus says.
I end the call, plowing a hand through my hair. My wolf and I growl in frustration.
“Camden—”
I hold up my hand to stall Rhodes. “I know you want me to claim her. I know it would make your life easier, but I can’t. Not with everything going on. My Pack comes first. Always. I have to protect them. I can’t be distracted, and that’s exactly what my mate is to me right now. A distraction. A weakness.”
My wolf snarls when I say that, and I can also see the anger in Rhodes’ eyes at my words, but he doesn’t say anything.
“We need to get out there,” I add. “We need to deal with this and find that girl.”
He nods once, then spins on his heel and storms out to the front porch.
“You’re wrong,” he says as I join him and we both strip. “Having your mate is a blessing, not a weakness.”
I swallow hard. He gives me one last look before he shifts and leaps off my front porch. I roll my shoulders out, ignoring my wolf as I follow.
We race up to Rhodes’ Pack land before finding Cyrus and Foster. When we shift back, we’re both panting.
“Any news?” I ask.
“Yep.” Foster holds up binoculars and points them toward one of the houses on the cult’s land.
“A lot of people are going in and out of there. When the door was last open, we heard a girl screaming.”
“We need to move,” Rhodes says.
“Now,” I add, and they all nod grimly.
“In wolf or human form?” Cyrus asks.
“Human. Maybe we can reason with them. If that doesn’t work…” Rhodes trails off, and we all nod in agreement.
Rhodes and I grab clothes from a box stashed behind one of the trees and tug them on.
“Let’s go,” I order, and we move out.
I can smell the girl as we cross onto the cult’s land, and my wolf paces when we scent her fear.
She’s human, probably a tourist out on a hike who got dragged into whatever the hell is going on here.
