Page 135 of A Whisper in the Dark

“Meg.” Odin sucked in a breath. “He’s saying Meg.”

“His sister, sir?” Loni shook her head. “She’s dead.”

Hunter had followed an unknown female out of Club Cherry, the one place on the entire planet he knew he’d be safe. He wouldn’t have done that if she’d been just anyone.

“He didn’t leave me,” Odin breathed out, dropping down into an empty chair. The fear was still there, but some of the pressure, some of the doubt, eased. “He isn’t running. He’s chasing.”

“Sir?”

“If that really is Meg, that means the only family member he has left has returned from the grave,” Odin told her. “Of course he went with her.”

She hadn’t given him much of a choice if the video was any indicator. She’d said a few words and then had left, leaving Hunter to make a choice. Did it suck he hadn’t chosen to wait for Odin to return? Yes. But it was understandable that he hadn’t wanted to risk losing what may have been his only opportunity to reunite with his sister.

Odin knew the kind of love Hunter had for Meg. Seeing it, coveting it, was what had set them all on this path to begin with.

“Sir,” Loni paused before opting to continue, “please don’t take this the wrong way, as I truly believe that Hunter Thorn left with good intentions, but…it would be irresponsible not to consider the other option. If he did run—”

“He didn’t.”

“Still, it should be considered.”

“It doesn’t have to be.” Odin got back to his feet. “Was there anything else?”

“We checked the footage outside the club but weren’t able to make out much more than they originally headed east. After that, we lost sight of them. None of our men on the ground saw him either.”

Meaning either Meg had purposefully led Hunter through blind spots or they’d simply gotten lucky.

Odin didn’t much believe in luck.

“Gather everyone currently in the building.” Judging by the timestamp on the footage, it’d been over two hours since Hunter had gone. “He should have been back by now.”

Either the Huntsman had yet to return because he feared Odin’s reaction or had lost track of time, or something was preventing him from doing so. An insecure part of himself wondered if maybe Meg had convinced him to really leave with her once they’d escaped the club. To leave the city and possibly even the country.

Odin couldn’t let that internal voice win, however, refusing to believe the Hunter Thorn he’d spent the past month with would do that to him. The one who’d agreed to mate him and who’d clung to him in the middle of the night. That Hunter cared about him. He would never abandon him without a word.

“I already have them waiting in the common area.” Loni bowed her head as he passed and then quickly followed after him.

They were going to find his Whisper, and so help anyone who laid their hands on him.

Even if that person was Meg Thorn.

Chapter 4:

The tracker Loni had put on the job managed to pin a rough location on the other side of the city in enemy territory. And not just.

Frost family territory.

That alone had been enough to send Odin over the edge, the panic and the fear gripping him more tightly than ever before. He’d gathered over a hundred men and ordered them all to that area, completely uncaring about the rules or how this would one hundred percent be considered an act of war.

Hadn’t Isa already declared war anyway? Odin was only responding in kind, and since it was war, he didn’t hold back. He set fire to the streets, lighting all the known haunts where Frost Brumal stayed in a blaze as soon as they’d been searched and Hunter hadn’t been discovered in them. Originally, the Frost Brumal branch outnumbered his on its own, but since he’d attacked without warning and was using the full strength of his power against them, they were being overcome. Between himself and his men, it was impossible to count how many of the enemy they took out as they passed through that part of the city, but he wasn’t overly concerned about keeping track anyway.

He’d wanted Hunter found, and in his haste hadn’t bothered considering what might happen if they went there and he wasn’t.

Until he wasn’t.

Odin stood in the center of what had been a crowded restaurant in the downtown area only twenty minutes ago before he and his men had stormed in and torn the place apart. Subtilty, his usual flare, had gone out the window and he was out for blood.

Screams sounded around him, mixed with grunts and cries of pain as his men fought off a pack of Frost Brumal members. He’d questioned over a dozen himself already as they’d made their way up and down both levels of the building, but so far no one had been able to tell him where Hunter was being kept.

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