Page 88 of Kings of Sherwood

Rage.Fury.

It’s stronger than fear. It has to be, or I’d cave in.

I let the three of them keep shouting and yank the first phone I see from its cord, swipe, dial.

She can’t be dead. I’d know it. I’dfeelit.

Then Scarlet notices me. “Who the fuck are you calling?”

I ignore him.

Zayn picks up on the second ring. “Hey. What’s—”

“They took her,” I bark. “She’s gone. They fucking—”

“Slow down, slow down. They? Who’s—”

“I don’t know,” I growl. “That’s why I’m callingyou.You want to help? Then fucking help!”

Tuck

I’VE NEVER TALKED SOMEONEthrough a system override while they were driving eighty miles an hour before.

But I can learn. For Maren.

“Okay,” I say, wedging my phone between shoulder and cheek, fingers flying over my own keyboard, scrolling and skimming a pirated user guide. “You’re gonna open the AVL login screen. A-V-L,” I spell out for him. “Automatic Vehicle Loc—”

“I know what AVL stands for,” Zayn snaps. “That’s for dispatchers. I don’t—”

“Your credentials should still work,” I say, and hope it’s true.

Three agonizing seconds of road noise and silence.

“I’m in.” I hear his blinker click. He’s making a turn. “But I don’t know what I’m looking at.”

The relief is full-body, and temporary. Because we still have to get to her. And I am a panicked mess, ragged instincts surging over my thought patterns every other heartbeat as my wolf wars for dominance.

But I have tothink.I have to.

“Old interface. It’s bad—it doesn’t matter. You just need to filter by active units only. Anything? Anything out of place, anything not—”

“Yeah,” Zayn says. “It’s...out by you. Forest road.” A squeal of tires as he brakes, surge of engine as he revs. “I’m—”

“Text the coordinates,” I bark. Slam down the phone, slam shut the computer.

The other three stare down at me.

“What are you waiting for?” I yell, already on my feet, already letting the shift ripple up my spine, out my limbs, swallowing the last human word as it leaves my throat.

“Go!”

Will

THE WIND TEARS AT ME, but I tear back.

It hurts. My wings ache. The landscape rolls beneath me in greens and browns and I can’t fucking see any of the rest of them, only vaguely know I’m going the right direction but know that I have to keep going.

Because all I can see is her.

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