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“I suppose we should probably go after her.” I sighed, pulling myself away from my sweet little omega. “Round up some of the boys. We’ll leave the prospects here with Freya.”
“We should take her with us,” Hunter argued.
“And if it’s a trap?”
“You honestly believe that Granny would do that?” Hunter asked in disbelief. I sighed, running a hand down my face.
Until this morning, I would have believed that Granny was incapable of that, but after listening to her justify everything she had done to Freya, I couldn’t bring myself to trust that she wouldn’t turn Freya over to her old pack.
“I think we can’t be too careful,” I cautioned.
“You’re right,” Hunter murmured dejectedly. “I really wish you weren’t, but you’re fucking right.”
“I really wish I wasn’t either.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Someone was knocking.
The sound reverberated through the dream that encompassed my mind.
What was it? A sign? An omen? The apocalypse? I’d seen his face, the one who condemned me to this fate, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. In my dreams, he wasn’t menacing or scary. He was protecting me. But why?
My dreams weren’t of fire and brimstone, but of ice and devastation. The trees and the forests had begun to wither and die, the land around them decaying as shifter and human bodies littered the ground. And there they were, at the center of it all. My two mates, hanging from a tree, eyes bulging as the crows pecked at their decaying flesh.
Another knock.
Someone was screaming my name.
“Freya, wake up. You must wake up.” The voice was feminine and soft. “I know you’re in there, Freya. You have to wake up.”
Groaning, I pushed the remnants of the dream away as I reached my arm out to find cold sheets. I rolled over to my other side. It was also empty.
“Freya.” Another insistent call that bordered on panic. Goddess, my body felt like it had been hit by a truck. Wrapping the sheet around my body, I made my way to the door and grabbed the brass knob that was jiggling incessantly.
“Keep your panties on. I’m coming.” I groaned, flipping the lock and pulling the door open just enough to see through. It was the fox, Mariah. Her face was as white as the sheet that clung to my curves, her eyes red rimmed and full of tears.
“Look, I’m not supposed to tell you this, but something’s happened.” Her voice was panicked, edging on hysteria. She had her hands clasped in front of her, her fingers pulling at one another, the joints popping. The bitter smell of her anxiety wafted through the air. Whatever happened had her in a fit.
“What’s going on?” I asked. “Where are Hunter and Wolf?”
“That’s why I’ve been trying to wake you up. They disappeared.”
My brow creased in concern. “What do you mean they disappeared? Where did they go?”
I opened the bedroom door wider to let her in, dropping the sheet and forsaking any kind of modesty as I dug around in the dresser for the clothes they had bought me yesterday morning after we’d visited…my mother.
“Hunter and Wolf took several of the men on a ride out to find Granny,” Mariah informed me. Those motherfuckers hadn’t taken me with them. No doubt they were worried it was a trap, but still, it would have been nice to have been consulted. “They were supposed to check in an hour ago, and I haven’t heard a word from them. And both of their beacons are offline.”
Slipping a shirt over my head, I turned to look at her, puzzled. “Beacons?”
Mariah nodded. “Every club member is fitted with a specialized beacon that keeps track of their location in case of an emergency. For the most part, the beacon is in an inactive state.Unless they’re on a run. In an emergency, the beacon can be activated fully to display vital signs and receive audio, along with the location within a certain mile radius.”
“Were their beacons activated before they went offline?”
“That’s the weird thing. The only time that the beacon will go offline is if there are no vital signs for it to detect before it gets activated.”
“Could the beacon just be malfunctioning?” I asked as I slipped on my shoes.
