Page 62 of Nico

I nodded reluctantly.

"And tell Isaac there's a possible threat. A heads-up, nothing more."

"But..."

"Isaac is capable of looking after himself."

I knew that. Of course I did. I'd watched him prove it every day since we'd met, but knowing he could take care of himself didn't make the thought of something happening to him any easier.

"And then what?" I asked.

Tony's expression softened. "Then you keep watching. You gather more information. Let the evidence tell you what to do next."

For one wild second, I wanted to throw something. The laptop would be satisfying. The chairs were tempting too. Instead, I forced myself to take a breath, pushed to my feet, and grabbed my laptop.

"Okay. I'll try to talk to Isaac." I headed for the stairs without waiting for a response and didn't look back.

Exhaustion hit me the moment I made it back to my room. I collapsed onto the bed without even bothering to change. Outside my window, the sky had already begun to take on a purplish hue.

I hadn't slept properly in more than thirty-six hours, and my body was starting to feel the effects. My eyes burned, my head throbbed, and every muscle seemed to ache.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but it didn't work. Every time I started to drift off, my mind dragged me back to the same things: the truck, Isaac pulling me out of the driver's seat, and the look on his face when he realised what could have happened.

Then there were Tony's words.

Don't go charging off after someone because your gut tells you you're right.

I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, unable to shake the feeling that I had to do something. Eventually, I gave up on sleep altogether. When I checked my phone again, it was close to midnight.

I made my way downstairs to my workstation and pulled the small box I'd been thinking about all evening from the drawer beneath it.

After grabbing a jacket, I headed outside, only realising then that I'd forgotten to put on my shoes. It did’t matter.

The air was cool against my skin as I made my way toward Isaac and Logan's cabin. The lights were off, and the place was quiet. I slowed when I spotted the truck parked outside the garage.

I crouched and moved around the front of the truck, keeping to the shadows as I reached into my pocket.

The tracker was something we used for work, mainly for assest and vehicle tracking. I had no right to use it like this, let alone put it on someone else's vehicle without telling them.

Especially not Isaac's.

I was crossing a line, one Tony had just spent the better part of the day warning me not to. But knowing it was wrong didn't make me any less convinced that I needed to do it.

My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless and insistent, pushing aside my hesitation.

Just until we know he's safe.

I reached beneath the truck to secure the tracker to the chassis where it wouldn't be immediately visible. Once I was sure it was firmly in place, I checked the connection on my phone.

A small signal appeared on the screen.

Active.

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ISAAC

I caught Nico's scent before the first knock landed against the cabin door. I took a deep breath, catching fresh pine, coffee, and the citrus soap he loved using.