Page 4 of Freed

“Her phone,” Gage groans out, pointing to the bed beside me as he leans against the wall, panting like it’s taking everything in him to stand.

I know the feeling.

I let myself sit on the edge of the bed, grabbing her phone and looking at Gage. He clearly has a plan, and just because our mate has literally just died is no reason to lose our shit.

She will resurrect. And soon. We need to get there as soon as possible before she’s killed again. One death is far too many.

“Call Erica. She might have something to help with the pain,” he grits out.

I nod as I open the contacts up on her phone and click Erica’s name. We know barely anyone in town, but Erica was kind to Cherry, and one of the few people we’ve met. We met her and her warlock mates at the bakery they run when Cherry was stuck as a wolf, and they not only didn’t bat an eye at that, but they are the ones who led us to the books on omegas in the library.

The only problem is that nobody but us knows that Cherry has the power to resurrect. But if we are going after her, and we are, then we need help.

“Cherry, hi!”

“It’s Maddox,” I grit out, the pain inside making my words come out harsher than I intended.

“Maddox? What’s happened? Is Cherry okay?” she asks, immediately knowing from my tone that something is wrong.

“Put it on speakerphone,” one of her mates, Philip, I think, says from the background. “Maddox?” he asks, his voice louder now.

“Yeah, I need your help.”

“What’s happened?”

“Cherry, she’s been taken.”

I hear Erica gasp as Philip, all business, asks, “Taken? By who?”

“We think they’ve taken her back to the facility.”

“The facilities that kidnap supes? Fuck,” he curses. “How can we help?”

“It’s… complicated,” I grit out right before I hear Bain heaving up more bile.

“Tell us. We want to help, Maddox.”

I glance at Hunter and Gage, who both nod before turning to Chase and Bain.

“Tell them,” Chase says with an angry nod. Bain nods before dropping his head.

“Cherry. If she dies, she can come back to life. We don’t know why. But needless to say, the three of us who had bonded with her just felt our mate bond sever.”

“Holy shit,” another one of Erica’s mates hisses through the phone, Jon, I think.

“Oh my god, you three must be in agony,” Erica says, sounding genuinely concerned.

“Agony would be putting it lightly,” I grit out as I try to keep myself sitting upright on the bed. “Can you help with the pain?”

“Yes. It won’t erase it, but it will make you mobile.”

“That’s all we ask.”

“You’re going after her then,” Philip says. I know it’s not a question, but I still feel the need to clarify.

“Of course we are.”

“I’m coming.”