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I watch his strong jaw as he replies to a question one of the others asks him. Ugh. This man has released so many feelings inside me, pulling me into his life and surrounding me with many others who care, or at least let me feel like I’m welcome. At times my father didn’t even acknowledge me living in his damn house.

The way we’re discussing Drexel, Karev’s half-brother, shows every family has their own fucked-upness. Is that even a word? I frown at my own thoughts and catch Croc staring at me.

“What?” I mouth.

To my surprise he states loud enough for everyone to hear, “You two are cute as fuck, and I’d never thought VP would find a mate, let alone turn into a lovesick puppy.”

I can feel my cheeks heat while Stingray snickers and says, “Did you seriously just call a hellhound a puppy?”

“Fuck off,” Karev replies, his voice lacking heat. “We need to get back to the issue at hand, because Drexel is somewhere licking his wounds. Four days isn’t enough time for his head to grow back. So, we need to damn well find him now, while he’s still recovering. How the hell isn’t he showing up when you search for him? You have the witch’s scent too and could still get some hint of where the fucker is...still fucking nothing.”

“Aren’t you stronger? I mean, you could beat him in a fight if he does grow his head back, right?” Shock asks.

I ignore the conversation that follows, because for damn sure my mate is stronger than Drexel.

My mind is still stuck on what Karev just said which makes me blurt, “Did you guys search the cabins behind the house?”

“What cabins, what house?” Sevrin asks.

“My family’s place. The werewolves, and other staff members, have small cabins on the property. Not all of their spouses are werewolves. Our cook for instance is a turtle shifter.”

“A turtle?” Stingray snorts. “For real? A turtle and a werewolf?”

I roll my eyes. “She’s married to the butler who’s also a turtle shifter.”

“Any of your father’s staff a witch?” Triton grits.

“No, I would have told you straight away if I knew one of the staff was a witch. Though, I haven’t met all the people living there and some also have children my age.” I tip my head back to glance at Karev. “We should go back and check everything. Why wouldn’t my father tell you guys to check them in the first place?”

Karev grimaces. “Let’s just say he wasn’t all too happy when we showed up on his doorstep with half the MC.”

My father would definitely shit bricks if people showed up to search his home. A smile is about to break free when it abruptly vanishes due to the sharp stabbing pain in my chest. It feels as if someone is ripping my heart right out of my chest. I gasp and grip the fabric of my dress.

“What’s wrong? Lea, talk to me, what’s going on? Are you in pain?” Karev’s worried voice makes my gaze collide with his.

My vision turns blurry when my thoughts go in one direction...the only logical explanation since this isn’t the first time I’ve felt this pain.

“My sister. Something has happened to one of my sisters,” I croak.

More excruciating pain hits me. This time it feels as if a burning rod is being shoved into my heart, making me scream in torment. I can’t breathe, my throat feels raw as black smoke enters my vision. Jumping to my feet, I rush out the door. I have to get to my sisters.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

– KAREV –

Lea disappears from my sight with a trail of red smoke chasing after her. I release a curse and jump into action. The shuffling of chairs and footsteps behind me lets me know my brothers are right behind me as I burst out of the clubhouse. Glancing up, I watch my old lady disappear into the fucking clouds.

“Motherfucker,” I growl and straddle my bike.

If I shift into my hellhound form I would be faster, but I can’t risk humans seeing a massive three-headed creature running through the damn streets. When I was following Drexel it was without thinking, and we don’t have many neighbors around the clubhouse. Which is why we picked the place.

“Right behind you, brother,” Sevrin bellows as he fires up his bike.

I’m already guiding mine onto the road and I ride off at neck breaking speed. Watching my old lady clutch the fabric of her dress as if her heart is being ripped out of her chest? Fucking gut-wrenching. The look in her eyes, the way her voice trembled...motherfucker. I want to rip the person responsible to shreds for tormenting my woman.

When this is done, I will tan my old lady’s ass for flying off without waiting for me. How the fuck can I protect her when she rushes off like that? My temper is flaring and yet there’s an underlying fear burning hotter than anything else. She doesn’t have a damn clue what she’s rushing into.

If something did happen to her sister it could very well happen to her. I grit my teeth and tear up the damn road to get as fast as I can to Calvania’s place. Minutes drag by with so many different scenarios playing inside my head, especially with what happened to Zara.