It’s been settled. Colin and Micah are both going with me. It turns out that Faith’s pack is good friends with an FBI agent who graciously looked up Killian Vilkas and sent me everything about him. There wasn’t much, but I did get his address. We all grabbed the money we needed from our banks and headed on our way to the airport where Chase’s jet will take us where we need to go. By the time everything’s done, I’ll owe him my life.
Before leaving Montana, I asked my dad to watch over the pack. There’s no other person I trust. With Anson gone, I have an even bigger problem with Killian. He took my mate and my second-in-command. The man’s going to die for it.
I didn’t realize I was clutching the steering wheel so tight until my fingers started to go numb. I look over at Micah, and he sighs. “I get it. I’m tense too.”
He’s probably wondering the same thing I am. How the hell are we going to get Faith out of Killian’s compound without Tia using her magic on us. And compound is the right word. I looked at the aerial view of his property, and it’s gated.
Colin’s phone beeps for the hundredth time, and he moans. “Don’t get me wrong, I love my sisters, and I’d do anything for them, but they can be pains in the asses.”
He’s typing away on his phone when I glance at him in the rearview mirror. “Is it Bailey again?”
His eyes meet mine through the mirror. “Yep. She’s asking if you’re able to get through to her yet.”
I shake my head. “There’s nothing. It’s different from when she’s sleeping. That’s how I know she’s under magic.”
Colin focuses back on his phone. “All right, I’ll let her know.” We arrive at the small, private airfield, and Chase’s jet is there waiting for us. “It’s nice having friends with their own planes.”
We get out of the truck and grab our bags from the back. “Yes, it is. I know he’s disappointed your sister didn’t turn out to be his mate.”
Colin slings his bag over his shoulder. “I’m sure a lot of people will be pissed when they find out she’s taken.”
I was happy when Cedric found Laila but also envious. Some wolves wait decades to find their mates. After what happened between Faith and me, I’m starting to think it’s not as complicated as it appears. I think we do have the choice, and it’ll happen when you’re ready.
We all walk toward the jet where the pilot, James, is there waiting for us. “With all the royal females claimed, that leaves two,” I say to them. “You’re both royal arctics. I’ve seen how the women in my pack act around you guys.”
Colin snorts. “Faith said we should go around visiting to see if our mates are part of the other packs like she did with you and Maheegan. If she only knew how volatile men like us are, especially if an outsider comes into our territory.”
Even though I love the fact that Faith is trying to help our people, he has a point. When unmated males feel the rage, it’s hard to keep a level head. If there’s someone not part of the pack sniffing around, it triggers the anger. Granted, I’ve never had to put any in my pack down, but I’ve heard of it happening to others.
We get close to James, and he smiles. Faith and I had talked to him a lot on the way to Florida. He’s human and closing in on sixty-years-old with white hair and an average-sized build. His wife passed away two years ago from cancer, so he’s devoted all of his time to being Chase’s private chauffeur. He said it would give his wife joy to know he’s out exploring the world.
“It’s good to see you again, James,” I say, shaking his hand.
He smiles at us all. “Same to you, Mr. Grayson. And to you,” he says to Colin as he shakes his hand. Then he turns to Micah. “I think you’re the only one I haven’t met.”
Micah holds out his hand. “I’m Micah Lyall.”
James shakes his hand. “James Campbell, nice to meet you.” He nods up at the jet. “I believe we’re ready to go when you are.”
I nod. “Sounds good.”
He grins. “Great. I’ll be in there waiting.”
Once he’s in the jet and out of earshot, Colin and Micah focus on me. “What if she’s not in Canada?” Micah asks.
She could be anywhere in the fucking world right now. That’s what kills me more than anything. I feel like a fish in shallow water, gasping for air. Desperate. “Let’s hope she is,” I reply. I’m trusting my gut.