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I took one more step back when the fire alarm started going off and the sprinklers shot water everywhere. It was the only chance I had.
I threw the toolbox at him and bolted toward the door, managing to make it only two steps before he caught the box and hurled it back at me.
Calloway was latent. That was the catalyst for all of it, but as he came toward me, he looked anything but human.
“Please.” My back hit the wall, and I crumbled to the ground.
He slapped me and laughed as if it were the funniest thing he’d ever seen. “I’m going to have so much fun with you. You are like a reward.”
The hotel door busted open, and a feeling of safety enveloped me.
They were here. My mate was here. My family was here. Everything was going to be okay.
19
EZRA
I’d lied to my mate.
But what I hadn’t told him was for his benefit. It protected him.
I’d arranged for a microphone to be placed in the Airtag so my brothers and I could hear what was going on. It wasn’t as good as having eyes on Reign, but it was better than depending on a damned dot.
I winced as the microphone crackled. Some voices were indistinct, and my beast was urging me to charge into the building and rescue Reign.
I snapped at him and told him to be quiet.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I sat forward and pushed back the moth-eaten cap on my head. That was Reign, and there was fear in his voice, not hidden or layered with other emotions.
“Your father is an interesting man.” Shit, that had to be Calloway.
“What?”
I flung off the old blanket that was covering my legs. How did Calloway know Kalen? “He said you’d come, eventually.”
Grabbing the gun from my trench coat pocket, I raced toward the doors of Calloway’s building.
My brothers, coming from different directions, were pounding along the sidewalks. Their faces were grim, much like my own, but an invisible force was strangling my heart. Reign was in danger, and though I’d been wallowing in the guilt that I’d let him do this, my objective was to save him, which probably meant killing a bunch of people.
Reign's father had sold him out. And my mate was alone with a killer.
I didn't care about stealth or that we’d probably reveal ourselves to humans, and I burst through the front entrance of the office building with my brothers beside me. Stravon pack members poured in from other entrances. Calloway's people tried to stop us. They were a mixture of human and shifter and taken by surprise, so I trampled a few.
Shots echoed around the lobby, and the stench of gunshot residue filled the building. There were shouts and screams as the Stravon guys and some of my brothers ended the guards and Calloway’s flunkies.
But I wasn’t stopping until I found Reign. My wolf wanted his fur so he could attack Calloway, but as the guy didn’t have a beast, he might be holding Reign hostage. I’d need my voice to get my mate away before shifting.
I said the words I’d repeated to Reign in my head.
Third floor. Room 304.
I took the stairs three at a time. My wolf was so close to the surface, my hand sprouted fur, but I begged him to rein it in until we found our mate.
The door to 304 was closed when I reached it but not for long as I kicked it open. There were drops of blood on the carpet, and the tension ramped up as I feared he was badly injured. Why? Why? Why did I allow him to do this?
Reign was huddled in the corner. His formerly pristine maintenance uniform was torn and stained with blood and tears. He had a scratch on his cheek, but his eyes registered when I burst in.
“Ezra.”
