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“London,” Guild growled again.
Anger seethed. I snapped my gaze toward him, then slowly turned my head, sensing movement as Vivienne walked out from the front of the house with Colt’s hand in hers. “Carven,” I yelled.
“Not now,” he snarled, reaching higher toward that shattered window.
“Carven.”
He jerked his gaze toward me, then slowly shifted it to Vivienne and Colt. His foot slipped on the rusted, ruined siding. From the corner of my eye, I watched him as he jumped and landed hard on the ground next to me.
“Brother?” He brushed dirt from his pants and took a step toward them.
We couldn’t look away as Vivienne gave us a tortured look then slowly shook her head. But he was alive, and he was here. He limped when he walked, and flinched as Vivienne opened the rear door of the Raptor and helped him climb in. Still, he was wired as fuck, his wide, fixed gaze looked like a man who was holding onto the last, thin thread of sanity.
We all knew that look, as we strode to the four-wheel drive.
“I’ll sit next to him,” Carven muttered.
I gave him a careful nod and rounded the front, pulling my phone from my pocket. A swipe of the screen and I punched out a message to Doctor DeLuca.
I need you at the house asap.
Then I opened the driver’s door and climbed in. Car doors closed around me with careful, muffled thuds.
Beep.
I scanned the message.
DeLuca: Who is it this time?
I winced as I caught Colt’s panicked gaze in the mirror before I answered.
My son.
The engine started with a growl. I tried my best not to panic him anymore than he was, making sure the tires didn’t spin this time as we drove away. My headlights glinted off the busted open gate. I cast careful glances at Colt, sitting in the middle of the back seat, flanked on one side by his brother and Vivienne on the other, his hand grasping hers like grim death.
Easy.
I aimed the four-wheel drive back to the city, mentally calculating how the hell he’d gotten here from the slaughterhouse. He’d have had to run clear across the thick forest to get here. It was no mean feat…but it was doable. If you were desperate enough.
One look at Colt and you knew without a doubt he was. I turned, skirting the outside of the city, and tried to get home as fast as possible, pulling into the driveway beside the house.
“With me, now.” Vivienne held his stare. “Okay?”
Colt scowled, his focus fixed on her as he gave a slow nod. Guild was out of the passenger seat in an instant, carefully opening the door beside her. But the moment he grabbed her arm to steady her, Colt unleashed a savage snarl.
“Easy,” Guild murmured, instantly releasing his hold and lifting his hand.
My son wasn’t himself in that moment. The wildness in his stare told you that.
“He’s not going to touch her.” I watched him in the rear-view mirror.
Guild stepped away, allowing Vivienne to step out of the car, still holding Colt’s hand. He followed her, never once glancing at us.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Carven groaned, staring at them as Vivienne punched in the code for the back door and headed into the house.
My son glanced my way as I turned to watch the door close behind them.
“This is bad, London.”
