Page 64 of Bad Blood Wolf

Chapter 23

Brody was deep in sleep when he heard the text alert on his phone go off.

He groped for it on his bedside table, trying not to wake Jasmin, but she was already alert—as if she hadn’t ever been asleep.

“What is it?” she asked.

His phone was still in his jeans pocket. He leaned out of bed and snagged them from the floor, and dug out the phone.

It was from Bastian. A photo.

Of the entrance to the trailer park where Adele lived.

“Holy shit.” He was about to jump out of bed, when another message came in. Then another, and another.

A photo of the trailer.

Then one of the front door.

Then a written message. Come on over. We’re having a party.

And finally, a photo of Adele, sitting in her chair, eyes wide with fear.

Brody texted back. You’re fucking dead.

Then he got up and started throwing his clothes on.

Jasmin got out her phone and started punching buttons.

“What are you doing?” Brody asked.

She gave him a confused look. “Calling in the crew.”

“Jaz, they can’t know about Ma. Nobody can know.”

“We need backup,” she said. “If something bad happens and you didn’t call them in, you’ll never forgive yourself.”

Jasmin put the phone on speaker and started pulling on her clothes.

Someone picked up on the other end. “This better be an emergency,” Flynn said.

“It is,” she replied. “Short version, Brody’s mom is on the run from shifter hunters, and something’s wrong with her. He’s been keeping her in hiding, but it looks like her location’s been compromised. Might be Bastian and his crew, might be worse. We need backup.”

Flynn’s answer was one word. “Where?”

Jasmin said, “Xander knows.”

Brody drove faster than he should have on the icy streets, skidding around corners, barely staying in control. Jaz said nothing about the driving, just held onto the armrest and braced her feet.

His gut was churning. There was no way the hunters could have found her. Hell, he didn’t know if there really were any hunters. Her sense of time was so vague—he didn’t know how long she’d been on her own, or how the drugs she’d taken had messed up her mind.

But Bastian would be bad enough.

“Fuck!” He slammed his fist on the steering wheel. “Jaz, she’s gonna be so scared…”

“We’ll get her,” she said. “The crew’s on the way.”

He wished he had her faith. It had been too long since he had anyone to rely on.