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“Give them back to their owner.” I pat Dutch’s shoulder, then stride away, letting Reese enjoy his payback. “Be ready to move.”
Wyvern Pack is clustered in the hall. I beeline to Bish and Jett, who huddle over a tablet, replaying security footage. “How many SAS sites within driving distance are located in the woods?”
Stone-faced and efficient, Jett pulls up a map. “Only two in close range. One a couple hours west. One a couple hours north.”
“Even quicker if we fly.” Hunter joins us, followed by Atlas. “I’ll lend you Finn. We can hit both at once if we split forces.”
I pinch to zoom in, but the image pixelates. “Can we access satellite imaging?”
Atlas shakes his head. “Classified. We could request access or hack the feed, but either way takes too damned long. Better to hit both locations fast and ask forgiveness later.”
“Then we split.” I swallow a rumble and tap the base with the thickest tree cover. I hate guessing. Not knowing. “We’ll go west. You go north.”
“I’ll make a few calls.” Hunter rubs his palms. “Meet you on the roof.”
“Let’s go.” I stride toward the elevator.
Bishop, then Dutch and Reese materialize at my sides. We hum at the same urgent frequency, our scents as sharp as our tension.
I rub my Triad ink until my knuckles crack, but I don’t look back.
Wyvern Pack joins us before the elevator shows.
With my guys and their resources, we have everything we need.
Like I said.
We’re going to fight.
We’re going to win.
And we’re going to fucking pray that Marisol Meadows knows we’re on the way. Whether she needs a rescue or orders us to sit back and watch her bulldoze our enemies, we can write the next chapter any way she wants.
As long as we do it together.
We’re coming for you, Tomcat.
Underground, the base is a labyrinth. Not recognizing the empty halls, I pick a direction and move, bare feet slapping concrete.
My hospital gown itches like a layer of asbestos.
Suffocating.
Heavy.
Hot.
Skin is the only thing I need touching my skin.
I stagger past endless rooms until I finally hit an elevator bank and scan a stolen badge. Buzzed inside, I jab the button for the highest floor. The tight space doesn’t help instincts raging as wild as my pheromones.
I need Jin.
Pack.
Touch.
Soon.
