Once the address registered he realized it wasn’t far, around ten minutes out. Maybe less. The female had given him just enough time to get there and ensure he couldn’t set a trap. From the dashboard map he realized how close it was to Charmaine’s bed and breakfast where he’d killed Stanley. For a brief moment he thought about contacting her and getting more intel on what Stanley had been up to and who his associates had been. But he didn’t trust her enough.
He used his Onstar system to call Grant. He rarely used the system but kept it as a backup. Now more than ever he was thankful to have it.
The alpha picked up on the fourth ring, sounding distracted. “Yeah.”
“It’s me. Margery’s been taken by an unknown female. Probable silver poisoning. There might be more than one kidnapper. I don’t know for sure but I’m guessing it was vamps. This has something to do with the male I was hunting because she wants to do a trade.” Which he would have done, if Stanley was still alive. “She insisted I throw out my phone so it’s possible someone’s watching me.” At least they couldn’t see into his SUV with the dark tint on the windows. He quickly repeated the address.
“I’m putting together a team as we speak,” Grant said, his voice clipped and tense.
Rex could hear movement and low murmurs in the background. “It needs to be small and you guys better be fucking invisible. They’ll kill her if they sense backup.” Under normal circumstances he’d never order an alpha around but he didn’t care now.
“We will be. Take care of yourself. We’re going to get her back.” The deadly edge to his voice left no doubt that Grant would follow through. Margery was his packmate and if she’d been around since Grant’s father was alpha, there was no way in hell he’d let this go unpunished. Whoever had taken her would die.
And Rex wanted to be the one who meted out that sentence.
As he neared what should be the last turnoff according to the map, he slowed. The road was about a mile before the one leading to Charmaine’s, but the landscape was basically the same. Farmland and pecan trees. He didn’t like how open it was but the night and trees should give him enough cover if necessary. As the road turned into a dead end, his GPS announced that he’d arrived at his destination.
He turned it off, then slid into the backseat. Crouching low he surveyed his surroundings as he pulled out a few explosive devices he always kept with him. Without knowing how many threats were out there he was going to be as prepared as possible. There was a dilapidated picket fence around a big spread of land that had pecan trees surrounding it. Behind it he could barely make out a barn-like structure through a thicket of trees. Withdrawing one of his blades, he slowly opened one of the doors and stepped out.
A soft whistling sound was his only warning. As he dove to the ground, an arrow skimmed his upper arm, ripping his shirt open, but didn’t penetrate skin. Pumped up on adrenaline he barely felt the burning sensation over his bare arm. But someone had shot at him with a silver-tipped arrow.
He might be used to tracking down vamps and bringing them back alive, but this time he was ending whoever was behind this swiftly and with brutal force.
Chapter 5
Margery shifted against the dusty concrete floor, cursing her chain. She tried to focus on her surroundings but a dull throb of pain threaded through every fiber of her being. Being in wolf form helped, but the agony of the silver in her bloodstream was making her weak and disoriented.
Though the room she was being held captive in was dark, she could still see enough thanks to her extrasensory abilities. A wooden ladder was propped up against a trapdoor in the ceiling. She could scent normal foliage, moldy hay and pecan trees. She could even scent traces of the ocean, but the salty tinge in the air was incredibly faint. Which gave her hope that they hadn’t gone too far. Maybe ten or so miles from the main beach strip. Margery couldn’t know for sure but she didn’t think they would have been able to go far because the woman who’d taken her was a vampire. Not with sunrise only a couple hours away. Her sense of time was skewed along with everything else but her animal sensed that not much time had elapsed. Her animal had also sensed the female was a vamp right before she’d fallen unconscious.
When the trapdoor opened, Margery laid her muzzle on her paws, feigning sleep as she kept her breathing and heartbeat as steady as possible.
“She’s still out,” the female murmured.
“We should just kill her now,” a male said.
Margery forced herself not to tense or change her breathing, but if these two tried to kill her, she was taking one of them with her. She might be weak right now but if one of them got close enough, she’d rip their throat out.