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I twisted, my right foot kicking out and aiming for his tender bits. I didn’t connect, but the threat of damage to his mate’s favorite toy had him dropping the phone as he retreated. I caught the device mid-air, looked at the video playing on silent, then crumbled to my knees.
Some fucking bitch was putting a damn fencing blade through my mate's eye.
I threw my head back, a howl building in my throat. Taron clamped his hand down on my mouth.
“Control yourself,” he growled. “We’re four against more than a hundred adult shifters and only three of us are alpha.”
“Fine!” I growled back and jerked my head from his grasp. Staring at the phone, I turned the volume up and replayed the video, memorizing the features of the woman who had stuck the blade in Justine’s eye…and deeper. She had an ice blue gaze and pale blonde hair. The skin was even paler and she wore a garish shade of red on her thin lips. After wounding Justine, she had draped herself around Henric, the two of them rubbing each other as the torture continued.
When I found Henric’s lover, this Kitka woman, I would kill her.
Another female was called forward for the team sport of torturing Justine. She giggled and revealed herself as the one taking the video when she shoved the phone into her bra so she could keep filming.
Looking at the metadata Clover’s virus was sending, I learned who owned the device.
Raelene—the woman was more dead meat for my guns or my claws or my teeth.
“How do we get from here to there?” I asked, returning the phone to Taron with a rough shove.
He swiped over to the navigation app on his device. “The closest intersection with the stream is here,” he said, pointing at a location about two miles northeast of where we had pulled the van onto a flat, rocky section of the leap’s land. His finger trailed up the stream to where a blue dot blinked. “And this is where all the phones were gathered this morning. Unless there’s lag in the system and they’ve moved her, that’s where Justine is at.”
The big bear frowned.
“What are you holding back?” I could look at the data myself, but rage clouded my vision and mind. The eye pain that had nearly blinded me earlier on the trip returned now that I understood its source.
Taron shook his head before expanding the screen. “These three devices, they are still on but haven’t budged since shortly after the video was shot.”
“So she has guards on her, we anticipated that.”
The big bear shook his head again, then he swiped at the screen to show me a time lapse of two other device locations in the same area. The dots marking these devices moved from time to time, never straying far. Halfway through the day, two different dots came in and the first two left.
“The dots that aren’t moving…I’m guessing those are the shifters who wouldn’t play Henric’s game,” I told him, emotion turning my voice into a wet rasp. “The ones who wouldn’t stab the woman who had risked her life and forfeited her happiness to help end the pack wars. Henric had them killed.”
It was a double-edged tragedy. First, that the trio had died. Second, that only three had defied the evil bastard.
“Doone’s phone is on the move again, away from the guard shack,” Taron said as he seated a fresh clip of ammo in a 9mm and shoved the backup weapon in his boot. “And Henric’s is right there with him.”
I slid the van door open and stepped out. “We got sound?”
He nodded and turned up the volume on his phone.
“Money first,” Doone said in his Kalchik voice.
The video of Justine’s torture had re-familiarized me with Henric’s voice, and that was who spoke next.
“I’ll show you that I have it,” the sleazy leopard rumbled. “But you have to bring that little bitch here before you get a single penny.”
There was a growl and then a yip. As best as I could tell, Mosa had been unable to control her emotions and Doone had lightly punished her.
“Keep your cool, cub,” I said, forgetting that Taron was with me. My heart pummeled the back of my ribcage at the chance that Henric might recognize Mosa despite the shape she was in.
Really, had there ever been a cub born who could double shift? Not to mention whatever the hell Doone really was. I was still annoyed that the giant jackass had more than sort of lied to my face when I asked him if he possessed any other unusual ability after he cut off part of his finger only to regrow it.
I guess I could let him off the hook on a technicality. His extraordinary talent might still land me in deep shit, but I didn’t care so long as it meant that my mate and our daughter survived.
CHAPTER24
MOSA
