“They haven’t been happening daily but some of my people have disappeared. People that would never join him in his quest for dominion over all shifters. I don’t know what’s happened to them or if they are even alive.” He flops into a chair at the conference table.
“How many people have gone missing? Are we sure he’s to blame for it?” I walk around the table and take a seat across from him.
“They didn’t just leave. They wouldn’t. He’s taken them and either convinced them to join him or they’re prisoners.” Tristan runs a hand down his face.
“I would offer to help but we don’t have time to look for missing shifters. We’re racing against the clock for our own war happening in just days.” I drum my fingers on the table.
“Do you have any allies who can help search or may have heard something about the missing shifters?” Greyson asks.
“Once it was confirmed who he is, the only people who will even talk to me are your brother and the Colorado alpha. Theothers blame me for the situation.” Tristan clenches his hand into a fist on the table.
“Assholes,” Kira snarls. “They probably run their packs based off strength too, so they have no room to talk.”
“Exactly,” Tristan says, cocking his head to the side. “You’re from Dark Moon.”
“I am. I’m the stepdaughter to the alpha there.” She nods.
“They’re the worst ones calling me out for being weak and not controlling my shifters.”
“Not surprising. They found out I was dosed with the same shit and demanded I come home to help even though I’m the wolfless outcast in the pack.” Kira shrugs.
“That doesn’t surprise me at all. Alphas will do anything for more power.” Tristan leans back in his chair.
“My mother told Grant to contact my father for an alliance in the upcoming war. Maybe he will convince the assholes that we should be banding together instead of tossing accusations and blame around.” Kira snuggles into Draven’s chest.
“Let’s hope so. You said your own war is starting?” Tristan asks me.
“Yeah, that’s why our group is so small. We had to leave some people behind to start the first battle. We need our allies with us.” I rest my elbows on the table.
“You’re finally calling in all those favors I owe you huh, beautiful?”
“We don’t have a choice, Tristan. It’s not just the demigods who will suffer if the queen wins. It’s the world and all the realms attached to it,” I say.
“Realms? What are you talking about?” Tristan sits forward.
“Remember when travelers were going missing?”
“Yeah, that was like a week ago.” Tristan scoffs. “Of course I remember. I thought it had something to do with you guys.”
“Yeah, some of those travelers were transported to a different realm. We were transported there and learned that our world is a nexus between worlds. And our war is the first of many throughout all the connected realms. If the queen destroys our world, they all die as well.”
“Well, shit. No pressure. What do you need from me?” Tristan asks.
I breathe a sigh of relief. Even though things aren’t looking good for his pack, he’s still willing to help. We talk a lot of trash about Tristan and his over-the-top personality, but when it comes down to it, he’s a good guy.
“Can you send some reinforcements to the academy? We will probably need wolves at the perimeter. Grant is already sending his people to help as well.” I rub my temples.
“You got it. You said you’re heading to Grand Junction to talk to their alpha?” Tristan asks.
“Yeah, what we’re looking for is in Montana so it’s on the way.”
“We’ve had some strange volcanic activity up north of Flagstaff in the mountains. I think it might be related to you guys and your problem.” Tristan drums his fingers on the table.
“You do realize that everything isn’t because of us, right?” I ask.
“Lately it’s about a ninety-ten split on whether it’s because of you or not.” Tristan raises a brow.
“Okay, that’s fair.” I nod. “We’re going after Hephaestus’ hammer, and he is the god of volcanoes.”
