Page 62 of A Wolf's Treasure
An hour and a half later,he pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex.
Brock waited for him just inside the entrance.
“Where is Cedric?” Duncan asked him.
“He’s out with the others.”
His surprise was so great, Duncan came to an abrupt halt in the middle of the hall to stare at the young wolf. “He’s out looking for Ryanne?”
“Yup. And so are the girls. They figure they found Bronaugh while we ran around the mountains like a bunch of idiots, so maybe they could find the prince’s daughter, too.”
He gave Brock a level stare. “Cedric told ye aboot her.”
“Yeah, he filled us all in right after you called.”
Duncan nodded. “She’s mine, ye ken.”
Brock smiled. “Of course, she is. Otherwise why would we be going through all of this trouble?”
With a nod, Duncan proceeded down the hall.
“Where are you going?” Brock asked as they neared the stairs.
“To get a few things and find my lass,” Duncan told him as he neared the door. “Did Cedric tell ye where he went?”
“No, but I got the feeling he wanted you to hang tight here. I was told to stay with you. He said he would get word to us as soon as he could.”
“Ye ken Cedric is out o’ his damn mind if he thinks I’m going tae sit here while my lass is out there all alone somewhere? Possibly hurt? Or worse?” This last was nothing but a rasp torn from his throat.
“Yup, I know that.”
“So, ye ken I’m going after her and ye can no’ stop me?”
Brock pulled a hair band out of his pocket and started pulling back his long, wavy hair. “I know that, too.”
“Are ye coming, then?”
“Oh, yeah. I’ve already got supplies ready to load up in Vina. Including some spare clothes. I figured we’d start out driving and go wolf when we need to.”
“Where is everything?”
“My apartment, just inside the door.”
Duncan slapped him on the shoulder. “Yer a good one, Brock.”
Grabbing the door, Brock held it open and indicated for him to go first. “After you, Duncan.”
True to his word, it seemed Brock had, indeed, thought of everything. Not only had he packed enough food and water for days, he had three changes of clothes for each of them, and even a couple of wicked looking blades.
Duncan picked one up, admiring the way it balanced in his hand. “What do ye plan on doing with these? Ye can no’ kill a Faerie as powerful as the prince with a knife.”
“I know, but I feel better having them along.”
An icy shiver ran down his spine, and Duncan put it back. “We need tae hurry.”
Brock didn’t question him, just jogged over to the passenger side and got in. “Do you know where we’re going?” he asked when Duncan climbed in beside him.
Another shiver crawled along the back of his neck, like someone was watching him. But a quick look in the rearview mirror proved no one was behind him. Only a past version of himself, begging him not to go.
