Page 192 of Drown My Sorrow

As long as she is breathing, I will be here. I will never leave her alone again.

PresentDay

The house is trashed, and my omega and alpha are gone. My chest heaves as I try to take it in while I struggle with the rage. I’m going to tear this town apart. I’m going to kill everyone.

What did they do?

When we got that message from Mitch, it had done something to me. I was scared. And I don’t like being scared. I was terrified and helpless in that tin can of a plane. But now I’m on the island I’ve lived on since I was fourteen, and there is nowhere they can take them that my pack and I can’t find them.

I rush around the house just to be sure they haven’t left any clues or indications of where they are going and then jog out the back. Shale comes out from the trees, while Kelly appears from her old house.

“House is empty,” Kelly says unnecessarily.

“So is the cave,” Shale growls from behind me.

My phone rings, and I answer it without looking. Where is she? “What?”

“She broke Gael out of jail last night,” Ezy says in a deadly voice.

“That’s my girl!” Beau’s voice says in dark satisfaction from the phone. He and Ezy went to find answers from Sonny while we came here to search.

My blood runs cold.

“Mitch helped her. They were supposed to get off the island today, but it looks like they were stopped,” Ezy says and hisses for the person wailing in the background to shut up.

I’m silent, letting that soak in. Our omega was desperate enough to break into a jail to rescue her alpha. What is going on here? Did they think they could get away with it?

“No, from what Sonny is saying, Typhor bought the island a few weeks ago and came over this morning with one thing on his mind,” Ezy explains. I hear the thuds of fists connecting with a body.

Beau growls. “Our omega is being hunted,” he says in a dark voice through the phone. “And you helped them!”

Someone squeals, but the thuds don’t stop.

“We need to get to him first, cut him off before he can reach her. Why is everyone helping him?” Kelly growls.

That is the question. One that will serve a reckoning this island has never seen before.

“Sonny has been threatened by a lot of people and is currently drunk on pain and spilling everything.” Ezy explains. “I think he knows he’s lost Mitch.”

“Put him on,” Shale says in the coldest, most malevolent voice I’ve ever heard.

There’s a commotion on the other end of the line, and then I hear Sonny’s weak hello.

“You’re dead,” he says slowly.

Sonny wails. For several moments, there’s nothing but the horrified wails of the cop, but then he says two words that may save his life.

“Lover’s Lookout.”

I still. “What did he say?”

“That’s where they are?” Ezy snarls with a new found savagery that I’m super proud of.

“Lover’s lookout. Mitch has a boat.” Sonny’s despair-filled voice comes through the phone. “They just left. You can catch them.”

There’s two ways off that beach, by water or road. Aspyn wouldn’t go by water, would she? There’s no way they’d be that desperate?

I reach out, and my hand finds Shale’s. He squeezes my fingers as hard as I squeeze his.

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