“Yes. Finish him.” The finality in Col’s voice satisfied Wrath’s bloodlust rage. He wanted to be the oneendingthat bastard, but Callum and the young wolves were half feral. The human male who’d attempted to kill Rylee more than once would suffer and wish for death long before it was bestowed.
Wrath clenched his fists and stared at the sky again, wishing he could leap into the air.
Col’s hand settled on Wrath’s shoulder.
“We will get her back. I vow this to you, Wrath.” Col’s eyes burned bright with his inner dragon. “Come.”
“I will kill him.”
Col matched his angry gaze and snarled. “I will help you.”
“Col,” Naomi spoke softly. “Be careful. We know this man is unhinged. Remember what he did to Rylee’s things in her house.”
Col turned to his mate and nodded. “There will be no trace of him left in this land, my love. He will never be a threat again. No one threatens a fated match and lives.”
“I know. I’m so sorry I didn’t realize he was here. We never thought—”
“This is not your fault,Mahadhri. Please don’t take on that burden.” Wrath took a step closer, shaking his head. “Don’t. This is my fault. It was my duty to protect her.”
“Ridiculous, both of you. This is no one’s fault but that arrogant bastard of a man who took her.” Penny threw a set of keys right at Wrath’s face. “Go get her, and bring her home.”
Wrath caught the keys to her and Kann’s red truck, parked only a few yards away. “Thank you.”
He and Col rushed to the truck and headed for the airport. They weren’t far. A few miles at most.
Mystery’s tiny airport was on the far east side of town. Only small planes could come in and out of town. There was time to catch them.
They made the last turn and took the road up onto the tarmac, but there were no planes in sight. “She’s not here.” Wrath put the truck in park and leapt out of the vehicle. “She’s not here. Alpha.”
He inhaled, searching for her scent. Fear, shock, worry and adrenaline mixed together, making controlling his dragon very difficult. “Col, I—” He bent at the waist and pushed hard. He was so close to shifting. Panic was stealing his control.
“Someone is here,” Col said, and took off.
Wrath looked. Sure enough there was a man lying on the ground next to the storage building.
How had he not seen that too? Fire shot through his veins again. His dragon was angry. Their mate was gone. They were wasting time. His heart shuddered.
He shook it off and followed Col to the figure lying on the ground. It wasn’t Rylee, he could smell that much. It was a man. “Who is it?”
Col was helping the man sit up.
“Where is she?” Rylee’s scent was in the air. So was plane exhaust. They’d already taken off. But Alaska was a big place. And even a small plane could make it all the way down to Washington or Oregon if it had a full tank of gas.
The man groaned. “I was supposed to fly them down to Seattle. But the woman was unconscious and bleeding when he got there. And then she woke up once we were about to head down the runway. She started screaming and crying. I told him I wouldn’t fly, so he pulled a gun on me and fucking shot me.” He put his hand against his stomach where his shirt was wet with blood. “I hit my head hard when I jumped from the door, or I would’ve already called someone.”
Each of the man’s words made Wrath’s heart beat faster. “Was she injured?”
The man nodded, his expression grim. “Looked like a small gash on her head. Looked like blood had been wiped off her face, and there was some in her hair. I wish I could’ve done more.”
Wrath shook his head. He couldn’t speak at that moment because his heart was exploding with new hope. Jeff wasn’t killing her. He would’ve already done it if that had been his goal.
His heart started to pound again, tripping over itself with excitement and hope and determination. Rylee was safe for now.
Alive.
Another car pulled up onto the tarmac. Kann and Knox got out and rushed to them. “Do you know where to go? Did he see them?”
“Yes,” Col answered. “Wrath and I must go. Now.”