Page 48 of Kai's Hunger

“You’ll get all your answers later,” he said, smiling at me as if he’d lost his mind. “For now, we have things to do.” He stared at the men. “Immobilize her for the trip.”

“Yes, sir,” one of them answered. He spared me a glance, hatred blazing in his eyes, as he whispered, “The fun is just beginning.”

I kicked and screamed, but it was useless. They were bigger, stronger, and the guns in their hands ensured no one would be coming to my rescue. Just before they shoved me into the back of a white van, I looked back at the café.Tessa. Please be okay. Please.

A sharp sting at the side of my neck tore my attention back to the men holding me between them. “What...” My vision blurred and my legs felt numb.

“Sleep tight, sweetheart,” one of them muttered, before throwing me into the van and slamming the doors shut. Just before darkness sucked me under, I thought of Kai. Would I ever see him again?

Chapter Nine

Kai

I leaped into the woods surrounding the mill. Alert for any movement, any hint that Patterson was nearby. The only things I sensed were the forest animals. I glimpsed behind me, curious if Wyatt was having better luck, when the feeling of dread filled me. My stomach churned, a low growl reverberated inside my chest, and the hair on my back stood. Something wasn’t right. I took off toward the building and headed for the front, before shifting. I spotted my clothing next to the tree and quickly pulled on my jeans, then ran for the doors. When I entered the large foyer, I stopped and listened hard for my brothers and sister. I could hear them above, two or three floors up. I spotted a door leading to the stairwell and ran for it. It didn’t take me long to find Wyatt and Miggs.

Wyatt saw me and frowned. “What is it?”

I didn’t know how to answer him. The feeling hadn’t subsided. “Where’s Fostine?”

“Here,” a soft voice said from behind. I turned my head and saw my sister moving toward me. “I thought you had sentry duty?”

“Something’s wrong,” I bit out, fighting off the urge to throw up. “Did you find anything?”

“Nothing tangible,” Wyatt grumbled. “There was something on the second floor though. A scent.”

“Dad’s?”

“Yeah,” Miggs answered. “He might’ve been here, but he’s not now.”

My heart sped up. “How long ago do you think?”

“The scent was no more than a day old,” Miggs answered, watching me as if I’d lost my mind. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Fuck!” The knife-to-the-gut feeling intensified, and I let out a howl of rage, then punched the wall.

Wyatt closed the distance between us. “What is it?”

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