Page 111 of Night Sector
I jumped between ships, furious when I found each cabin empty.
I was about to check my tenth or twelfth one when Jonas shouted, “Incoming!” A gun appeared in his hand at the same time Kazek opened fire, a nest of hissing Vampire Alphas running onto the sand in full on attack mode.
Fare must have initiated some sort of alarm.
My wolf snarled, furious by the influx of scents near our wounded Omega.
Where are you?I thought at her, aware that she wasn’t conscious enough to respond.
I shadowed into six more ships, my nose coming up blank each time.What if it’s not in the ocean?I asked Cillian.What if it’s in one of the lagoons?
Go. Search. We’ll keep looking here.
I darted inland, choosing to shadow instead of run as it was faster.
But each lagoon I found was empty. No boats. No signs of my mate.
She couldn’t be that far, though. Fare was a vampire. They couldn’t teleport more than a few miles.
Still searching,Cillian told me.
I didn’t reply, my lack of commentary confirming I was doing the same.
Every few minutes, he provided a useless update.
No sign of Kyra yet.
The X-Clan wolves are holding their own against the vampires despite their lack of magical abilities.
I pushed onward, my wolf determined. But every corner came up empty.
With a frustrated sigh, I paused in the middle of the greenery and just… closed my eyes. My mate was nearby. I could feel her. I just had tofindher.
She’d transitioned into her wolf form. I’d felt her shift.
Removing my clothes, I opted to do the same and set my beast free. He sniffed the air, his motions cautious, curious.
Then his ears twitched.
Followed by his nose.
And we took off on all four paws, running across the island at impossible speeds. I wasn’t sure what he’d picked up on, but I let him lead, trusting him to find our mate.
Just like Kyra had trusted her wolf to defend her against Fare.
Minutes passed, my lungs burning from sprinting at top speeds. But I had to find her. Help her.Protect her.
Still no sign of her,Cillian told me.Kieran had to join the wolves. There are too many fucking vampires.
My wolf took off up a hill, toward a waterfall. Then paused at the edge, my focus shifting down to the beat up box below.
It wasn’t exactly a ship.
But an old shipping container.
I shadowed down on instinct, landing with a thunk on the metal box. And immediately caught the scent of Kyra’s blood.
She’s here,I snarled.
