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Scanning their scattered forms again, I questioned the strange pit forming in my stomach.
How has no one questioned this before?
It was a rhetorical question, one that made my cynical wolf snort. He knew as well as I did that the threat of a dying species allowed people to overlook a number of things.
“It’s one thing to hear about it, but it’s another thing entirely to see it,” Korren said, his voice laced with disgust.
The healer part of his nature was probably chomping at the bit to help the defenseless females. I was thankful I didn’t have to deal with the same duality. Compartmentalization was a skill all Enforcers had to master. Being swayed by emotions put the mission in jeopardy. As much as I would like to help all of the Omegas, we came here with two goals: intel and the procurement of one Omega.
Ezra’s eyes jumped back and forth as he scanned the females, searching for our Omega. “They haven’t released her yet.”
No, they hadn’t.
There was no sign of her among the fleeing Omegas.
No flash of warm caramel skin and chocolate hair.
I didn’t believe in coincidences. They were holding her back after taunting a room full of instinct-driven males with her picture, heightening the subconscious need to possess her. It was like sticking a rabbit in a den of vipers.
“There she is.” Korren’s voice was tight.
Our bond pulsed, a low thrumming beat that pulled beneath my ribs like an invisible leash urging me forward.
I followed his gaze. Her chocolate hair caught my attention as she glided across the field like a gazelle. Within seconds, she’d disappeared into the foliage.
Damn, she’s fast.
Excitement and fiery aggression filtered through my veins. The predatory urge to chase clashed with the desire to destroy the males who thought to challenge our unit and compete for our Omega.
My wolf pushed against my skin, readying himself for the Hunt.
“What’s our strategy?” Ezra demanded.
“Thinking of one now,” I murmured.
I’d have to plan for tact instead of relying on brute strength for this Hunt.
My bond mates weren’t helpless, but that didn’t make them fighters.
I felt visceral pain at the thought of being separated from them, and if they were hurt . . .
I clenched my fist against my side, tasting phantom blood on my tongue.
Inconceivable.
I forced the images from my mind and said, “Korren will take the lead. He’ll use his gift to feel out her signature so we’re sure we’re following our Omega and not some random target.”
All healers were Goddess-blessed—gifted with enhanced abilities. These abilities ranged from healing minor wounds to bringing someone back from the brink of death.
“I want Ezra in the middle, keeping an eye on our surroundings as we hunt,” I continued. “I’ll hold the rear.”
“Sound plan,” Ezra said, nodding his approval.
As head of security, Ezra’s necessity for a sound strategy was paramount. To have his endorsement meant we could proceed with less worry.
“Based on the aggression of the other units, the chances of us getting into an altercation are about ninety percent. Keep your eyes open, and if we’re under attack, don’t hold back,” I ordered, holding Korren’s gaze a little longer than necessary.
Korren rolled his eyes. “I know, I know. Now isn’t the time for compassion.”
