Page 214 of Vameer

“What has happened?” Volik asks, knowing this wolf.

The shifter places his hands on his naked hips, catching his breath quickly. “Someone kidnapped a pup. Not from my pack. But a wolf.” He looks at me. “I think it’s to get you.”

I force the feeling of guilt away.

It does nothing for me now.

“Do we know where they took them?” I reach under my robe and tug my boxer briefs down.

Stepping out of them, I toss them at the naked man.

His expression is stuck between humor and a grimace. “I’d prefer the robe.”

“And I’d prefer not to have a wolf dick touch my things.”

He rolls his eyes and pulls them up his thighs. “And this doesn’t count?” He adjusts himself through the fabric.

I shake my head. “They are my brother’s.”

He lifts a brow, then holds his hands up. “You know what, I’m not gonna ask.”

The front door opens behind me, and I hear the girls rush out of the house.

“Did you say someone was taken?” Nix asks as soon as she’s beside Volik.

The wolf nods, all traces of humor gone. “A six-year-old boy in a fake traffic stop.”

Rune grips my hand in hers. “If they took one, could they have taken more?”

Her question settles heavily over us.

“I’ll text Dread. He’ll be able to find information the fastest,” Nix shouts over her shoulder, already rushing back to the house for her phone.

“The parents were drugged but are alive, as far as I know. I came straight here as soon as I heard. I don’t have⁠—”

A portal glows to life a dozen feet away.

But Dread doesn’t step through.

No one does.

The wolf points at the black doorway. “This normal?”

“No—” I start, then I see a large crate slide through the blackness onto the grass. Followed by a crazy old man with glowing eyes. “Haruto. What the fuck? Where have you been?”

I’d almost forgotten that the clothes maker was a damn druid.

He straightens and brushes off the front of his purple tunic. “Pardon my tardiness. I was busy trying not to be murdered. But you’re welcome for hand delivering your new wardrobe.” He swings a kick at the wooden crate and misses. “I’ll take a new warehouse as payment, thank you very much.”

I sigh. “Fine. Same spot or somewhere new?”

He bends and starts to pry off the top of the crate. “Surprise me,” he grunts. And the top of the crate flips off.

“Appreciate the new stuff, but we’re in the middle of something.” I try to keep the annoyance out of my tone.

Rune squeezes my fingers.

“Yes, I know. You’ll want these.” Haruto stands, clutching two bundles of fabric, looking back and forth around the group. “This one is for your better half.” He tosses the black bundle at Volik. “This one is for you, Lovely.” He crosses the distance and holds the dark red bundle out to Rune.