Page 49 of Little Red and Her Creatures of Chaos
“Shut the fuck up,” I bark, grabbing Nash’s arm and dragging him out of earshot. “We need to put the camp on high alert. She was a distraction for a reason. They had to have been waiting for Bryce to leave the house.”
“Who was on patrol last night?”
“I have no clue. I need to call Dad.”
I start patting my pockets, only to realize my phone is still in the house. Nash and I walk that way, meeting Radley and Margie on the porch.
“What’s wrong?” Radley asks quietly.
I kiss her forehead, lingering for a second so I can breathe in her scent. “I’ll explain in a minute. Let me grab my phone.”
I stride to the bedroom and snatch it off the bedside table. I dial Dad’s number, and he answers on the second ring.
“Hey, son.” I ramble everything off and hear him barking orders in the background. “Sound the alarm. We’re on our way. Be careful.”
“They might be waiting to ambush if they saw you leave. Go the back way. Nash and I will handle it until you get here.”
“Bryce is fine,” Dad soothes, hearing the panic in my voice. “You did the right thing by grabbing the rogue.”
“I can’t lose him, Dad,” I whisper.
“You won’t,” he says adamantly. “We’re coming. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
I disconnect the call and walk back onto the porch to see Radley buried in Nash’s chest, tears streaming down her face. I look at Nash, and he nods, letting me know he told her what’s going on.
“We’ll find him, Little wolf.”
“What if they hurt him?” She looks up, and I don’t have a chance to rejoice in the fact that her eyes are glowing red. That means she’s truly accepting her place as the queen of our pack. “Where’s the rogue?”
“In the old wood cabin. Why?”
“I want to see her.”
“Absolutely not,” Nash and I say at the same time. Radley sniffs, and her eyes narrow.
“I want to see her. Now.”
I open my mouth to argue, but Margie gives me a warning look. Radley is new and can’t control the shift yet, meaning she can be unpredictable. With a sigh, we lead her to the rogue. Nash unlocks the door and goes in first to secure her to the wall. When he’s done, he calls out for Radley. We walk in with me close to her back, and the rogue lifts her head and sniffs.
“Holy shit, you do smell good.”
“Shut up,” Radley growls, her voice coming out strong and steady. “Where’s Bryce?”
“You mean the weak beta? Probably dead or close to it.”
Radley’s fist snaps out before any of us can react, and I hear Margie choke on a laugh. “Don’t you ever talk about my beta like that. Where. Is. He?” Goddamn, she’s amazing.
The rogue laughs and spits blood on the floor. “You think you’re a badass now, don’t you? You aren’t shit. Not if you keep running around with this useless pack. You call yourselves alphas, but you let your beta get kidnapped right under your nose. It was actually too easy.”
“I’m going to ask you one more time.” Radley takes several steps forward, and Nash grabs my arm when I try to follow her. “Where is Bryce?”
“You’ll find him soon.” The rogue tilts her head, listening. “Really soon.”
They better hope I find Bryce unharmed, or I’ll rip their pack to pieces.
If Radley doesn’t get to them first.
