Page 74 of Never Tamed
I reach down the bond for him and brush hesitantly against the chaos of his mind.We’ll find them.One way or another, we’re going to get the omegas back.
It takes him a moment to answer.I’m not worried about finding them. I just hope the rest are in one piece.
The pelts are definitely not a good sign, which is probably why I stop myself from thinking about them, or looking. If I close my eyes, I’ll catch the iron stench of blood and fear also clinging to the fur.
Death and violence.
At least one of the owners of these furs was still alive when Andras began his torture. I shudder and Torin reaches for me. Dax growls low under his breath but a quick snap of teeth from Torin, the alpha in this case, silences him.
“Come on.” Torin takes my hand. “Let’s go home.”
Home really is where you make it. Both of the alphas had their homes taken from them. But we have a place to recover.
I brush my fingers against Dax’s forearm and walk with Torin, resting my face on his shoulder.
The factory is definitely worth a look. We owe it to our fallen to check it out, as quickly as possible.Noble is still the voice of reason.
“Going in unprepared is suicidal,” Torin replies.
Dax scoffs. “Who the fuck are you talking to?”
“Noble,” Mathis grinds out.
Dax jerks like he’s been slapped. “Care to fucking fill me in, then? Since I’m not part of your super awesome mental conversation?”
My heart goes out to Dax. “We’re going to the factory. We just need to do some research first.”
“Well, Andras won’t be expecting an attack so soon. He thinks we’ll be rattled by this.” Dax blinks, and a pall shifts over his face.
Like he’s suddenly gone, although his body stays in place—there, and not. Just like that.
My heart lurches against my ribs and Torin draws me closer. Shivering, I let him hold me, feeling my three mates crowd into my head with equal concern.
His idea of a joke is really nasty, Noble warns.
Mathis growls and cuts his hand through the air. “No jokes. We end this now. We have a general idea of where Andras is. Get the deltas and the gammas on research immediately, Noble. We should have the info in place by the time we get back.”
He shakes his head.
“I’ve had enough. Andras is a hundred steps ahead of us and this fucking mockery with the pelts? These are my people. Their lives. Because I’m not strong enough to put a stop to it.”
“We lost our weapons when my building burned. Another gift of Andras. So don’t lecture me about it, Mathis. You’re not the only one who’s been impacted.” Torin growls but a shiver races through him.
Mathis laughs darkly. “You haven’t lost the people I have.”
“So what do you want to do? Jeopardize more?” Torin tosses back. “Go after Andras without a plan? We haven’t researched the place. We don’t know the schematics. He probably has traps everywhere for us because he knows this is exactly the kind of shit you do.”
It’s easy enough,Noble begins,to pull up a diagram of the old place. If I match it with the schematics of the underground sewer lines, then yes, I bet they intersect.
I repeat it out loud for Dax’s benefit.
The moment I fall silent, he says, “I’ll drive.”
“The sooner we get this over with the better. We’ll figure out the logistics on the way. How far is the old warehouse, love?” Mathis calls the question back to me.
The reek has penetrated my nostrils, hooking slimy fingers into the fabric of our clothes. I don’t want to look at the pelts on the way past. The smell isn’t any better out in the open and the bright sun on snow feels mocking.
But we’re going to get Flora—ifone of the bodies in the sewer wasn’t here and she’s still alive. Gods, I hope so.
