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“Can we focus, please?” Liam hisses, moving away from me to slap his hand on the counter. “If the cameras weren’t ours, then who the hell do they belong to?”

As if in answer, my phone rings. I frown at the number on the screen, having no clue why the hell he would call me. I’m tempted to let it go to voicemail. Now is really not the time. I have more important things to do—like finding my girl—than to chat with Swift Falcone. But a niggling at the back of my head has me answering.

“Swift,” I say, as I wave away the curious looks from the men around me. “Little busy right now.”

“Yeah, no shit.” The other alpha sounds pissed off and feral. “Ethan got a motion detection ping on the security system at Sorrel’s house. We saw what happened.”

Rage crawls over my scalp, making my hair prickle. “You saw, and you did nothing about it?”

Rafe waves his hands at me, motioning for me to put it on speaker. Gritting my teeth, I do. “We were a little busy trying to find our own fucking omega.”

“What?” Gray growls out.

“Oh, good. The sanctimonious fuckface is listening in.”

There’s a shuffle on the other side and a new voice comes over the line. “It was a three-pronged attack,” Maddox says. “Sadie, Sylvie and Sorrel were all taken.”

I almost pass out. That’s how quickly my blood drains from my head. All three of them were taken. The omegas of two of the most powerful packs in the state, maybe even the country, and Sorrel, have been kidnapped. Whoever it was must be pretty damn sure that they won’t be found or discovered.

Or they’re sure they can stand up to the full on war that is heading their way.

A war that Sorrel will be in the middle of. My girl. My mate.

“Look,” Maddox says. “We know who it is, and we have a way to find them. Get your asses to our pack house and we can make plans to get our girls back.”

Get Sorrel back. Yes. That’s what I need to do.

Get her back and never leave her side again.

“On our way.”

Track 26: Blur

My head’s all swimmy when I wake up. My vision is blurry when I try to open my eyes and I snap them shut again. I have the worst case of cottonmouth ever. My body aches in a way that isn’t normal, not even after I’ve spent too long swimming laps in the lake, followed by a bike ride or a hike along the trails of Lake Kilrose.

What happened?

My eyes flutter open to see my bare thighs smeared with dirt and dried mud. I’m in my jean cutoffs and a Snack Shack t-shirt, also covered in dirt. But I can’t for the life of me figure out how I got so filthy.

I was on my way to work… or heading home?

No. On my way, and there was… someone following me.

In a flash, everything comes back to me, and my head shoots up, making pain radiate from my skull down my shoulders and my arms to my bound wrists. I gasp, a sharp inhale that does nothing to help ease the hurt, but I can’t stop myself from making, anyway.

“Oh, good. You’re awake.”

Tall frame. Broad shoulders. All black coveralls. Sheep mask. He has longish dark hair poking up from behind the mask, but beyond that there are no other defining features. His voice isn’t familiar to me, but he sounds… young. Maybe even younger than me.

I blink at the unfamiliar man in front of me. I have no clue who he is or why he brought me here. It leaves me feeling untethered and freaking terrified. I was expecting the devil I knew—the Stillwell pack—and I’m confronted with this stranger.

“Who are you?” I rasp.

He tilts his head and narrows his eyes at me. “Who I am doesn’t matter. It’s who I work for that should concern you.”

Huh? That doesn’t make any sense, I don’t think. “Okay,” I say slowly. “Who do you work for? The Stillwell pack?”

He barks out a laugh. “No. Not the Stillwell pack.” His tone is mocking, and it sets my teeth on edge, like he thinks I should know where this is going, but I really have no idea. “We’ll be joined by a couple more guests in a moment, and I’m sure they’ll be more than happy to explain.”

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