AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"Hello," he answered, "What did you find?" But it wasn't Eamon on the line. It was Noah using Eamon's phone.
“Eamon is missing.” He got right to the point.
“What?”
"We were investigating the area and split up, but now he's gone."
"Are you sure?" That was stupid, but Sean needed to say it. Noah was a skilled tracker, so yes, he would be sure before he called.
"There is a sign of a scuffle but no scent, just the bear scent again, like with Murphy." That had Sean's heart surging into his throat.
"Stay where you are; I'll be right there." Sean closed the call and turned to Lowell.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I have to leave you." He sat up and quickly got dressed.
"I heard," Lowell told him. "Go, I hope he is okay." Lowell's kind heart was always on display.
"It pains me to leave you." He said, bent to take Lowell's lips in another heart-stopping kiss. The man was so pure and lovely and the sexiest thing alive.
“Go, hurry.” Lowell insisted.
Lowell could see the anger and concern clouding his lovers’ eyes. He could not place demands or complain. He needed to go to his friend and Lowell completely understood. With that said he started missing him the minute he walked out the door.
He looked down at himself and decided a shower was probably the first order of business and then he'd go find some lunch. He wasn't in the mood for fast food so he would probably go to the café across the street. He was trying to keep his mind off whatever was happening with Eamon and the pack and how it was going to affect Sean. Fear of something happening to the man started to take root along with the fear of losing him.
This bonding situation really heightened his feelings of love, commitment, and worth. This relationship was becoming the forceful center of his life as his heart and mind wrapped around that beautiful wolf shifter, Sean Brendon.
He would have to tell John and Patrick about Sean all at some point and he hoped that they accepted him since they all work together. He couldn’t imagine not liking someone as wonderful as Sean, so he put the concern aside.
It was then he remembered Sean saying he lived in a small town in Maine and was a member of a pack there. This relationship was solid, he knew that right down to his bones. He had no doubts about him and Sean and the together forever chant that Sean had whispered, so one of them would be expected to move. He grabbed his towel and headed for the bathroom. They had a few things to discuss but that was just details for the heart of the matter was already secured.
He was all showered and dressed and sitting on the edge of his bed, tying his tennis shoes, when he heard someone at his door. They didn't knock, but this was an old building, and he could feel the movement on the floorboards when someone walked by his door. Whoever they were, they were standing there, shifting from one foot to the other but not bothering to knock.
There was no peephole, so he got up and walked carefully and quietly closer to the door to see if he could hear anything. The second he got too close to the door, it burst open, cracking him on the skull and knocking him backward onto the floor. It was a setup.
Two men rushed inside and grabbed him, holding him between them, and hurried him out of the building and into a waiting vehicle. Lowell tried to resist, but he was half unconscious from the blow to his head. They threw him into the back seat and sped off.
“Who are you?” He managed to verbalize a few words.
"Shut the fuck up, or we'll kill you right here." The one driving shouted. The other one leaned closer to the driver and spoke.
"Too bad you hadn't kicked that door a little harder. That door would have killed him, and we wouldn't have to be dealing with him now." The driver nodded.
"That would have made things easier, but Jaron wants the human alive, so he wouldn't have been happy."
"He would have gotten over it, but as long as we start the war, he won't care how we got there." The guy snickered.
“You do make a lot of sense.” The driver was seriously considering offing him right now. Lowell decided to stay still and quiet until he could think of a way out of this mess.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"It smells like some of Jaron's men," Noah stated when they circled the rock ledge by the lake. "Eamon was here trying to pick up a scent, and he probably scented those bastards, and they knew it." Noah exploded. It was obvious he held Eamon in high regard.
"Or they were simply waiting for him, knowing he wouldn't be satisfied until he investigated the area himself," Sean suggested.
“Waiting for him the way they waited for Murphy?” He snapped.
"I hope not." Sean was seriously worried for his friend. It didn't look good coming on the heels of Murphy's murder. "We need to speak to Jaron. These are his men, so he must know something."
