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“Should have expected you to try a jailbreak,” Lucas mused. “Though I had rather hoped your new master would have you on a tighter leash by now. Who’s your friend?” he asked, jerking his head at Chris. “I remember him from that second fight, but I have a funny feeling he has no interest in a slave. So, who are you?”

“No one you want to mess with,” Chris growled. “Walk away while you still can.”

Lucas laughed, throwing his head back. “Have you forgotten the slaves here can’t use magic against us? It’s effectively one-on-three.” He gestured at his two guards.

Chris gave a wild, almost sinister grin. “Fantastic,” he growled, his fingers lengthening into claws. “In that case, it’ll be a fair fight.”

Chapter 16 - Will

I stiffened as I sensed my wolf’s panic and urgency. Something was wrong.

At first, I thought I was just being overly paranoid. Being undercover for a long period of time could make you jumpy even in the best of situations. But the more I tried to dismiss it, the more insistent my wolf became.

I pushed myself up in bed, looking around as I tried to figure out what might be wrong. After a moment, a sneaking unease crept up my spine, as if my wolf was trying to tell me something.

When was the last time I saw Kendra? Normally, I could hear her pacing in her room. This time, however, there was nothing.

Without giving myself time to think, I darted up the stairs to Kendra’s room. The door was locked, but I could tell even through the door that her scent was too stale. Still, I had to be certain. I banged on the door.

“Kendra!” I yelled.

When I didn’t hear so much as a rustle from the room, I slammed my shoulder into the door. The sound of splintering wood rang in my ear as I burst through. The door slammed against the far wall.

Kendra’s bed was unmade but empty. I stared for a long moment, letting the image sink in. My mind raced as my wolf snarled with something like a mix of panic and rage. A cool certainty washed over me. She had gone and done something stupid. She had gone after Morgan.

Rage at her impulsiveness and fear for her safety both swelled inside me, fighting for dominance, but neither taking over the other. With a primal yowl, I screamed as my fist slammed into the wall, knuckles breaking through the plaster.

Footsteps thundered up the stairs. Nolan emerged, his hair still mussed from sleep, but his eyes sharp and alert.

“What’s going on?” he asked. He glanced from me to the open door and back to me.

“Kendra’s missing,” I growled.

Nolan’s mouth dropped open. “You’re sure?”

“Positive.”

Nolan glanced over his shoulder. At first, I thought he didn’t care, and a new rage began building. Then I realized he was searching for someone else who should be here.

“Where’s Chris?” Nolan asked. “There’s no way in hell he didn’t hear that. He’s a lighter sleeper than I am.”

In my panic, it took a moment for the words to register. Then a sneaking suspicion wormed its way into my brain.

“Kendra, tell me you didn’t,” I muttered to myself.

“She didn’t what?” Nolan asked.

Instead of answering, I raced back down the hall to where Chris was supposed to be sleeping. I opened the door to his room and froze. The bed was empty. Hadn’t even been slept in.

“Fuck,” I growled. “Chris is with her.”

Nolan reached out, putting his hand on my shoulder and turning me to look at him. “That’s good. That means she at least has someone looking after her. And that, whatever they’re up to, they weren’t taken. Any idea where they went?”

“Yeah,” I said. “To break her sister out.”

“Ah,” Nolan said. “Right. In that case, anything I say right now is going to go over your head, and you’re not going to listen. So why don’t we go ahead and cut through the bit where I tell you that going in recklessly is a terrible plan, and you say, ‘Fuck that, we’re doing it, anyway,’ and I say I’m going with you to stop you from doing something stupid.”

“Great,” I agreed.

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