Page 43 of Hunter

“Listen Alpha. If you need any help there, I’m not too far away, ya hear?”

“Thanks. You enjoy those waves.”

“You bet. Later.”

As Hunter clicked off his call, he heard shouting. “What the fuck now?”

He took off toward his study, the arguing between Viktor and his beta growing louder.

“Ah, there’s the boy wonder,” the vampire remarked as the Alpha entered his office.

“What the fuck is going on?” Hunter asked.

“Someone’s missing,” Remus yelled, fire in his eyes.

Hunter stopped cold, anger coursing through his veins. “Who?”

“Maggie Owen’s son, Adam,” Remus told him.

Viktor turned his attention toward the Alpha. “I’ve been explaining to the Neanderthal that while the rogues may have taken the child, you can’t trust everyone. The mother appears to have gone missing as well. He could be with her.”

“Is this true?” Hunter asked Remus.

“Yeah. I drove by and she’s not at her house. I stopped in town at her shop and it’s closed.”

“Witches aren’t the only ones influenced by evil,” Viktor noted.

“Did you stop by her house? Is it locked? Her car?” Hunter asked.

“She’s gone,” Remus responded. “I tried texting her but she’s not responding.”

“I asked you to have two guys run the land. Have there been any more reports of rogues in the area?” Hunter rounded his desk and fell back into his leather chair. As Alpha, he could sense all his wolves. No one in his pack appeared to be in peril. “If there’s nothing amiss at her house and her car is gone, she’s probably left to see her family. You know she goes to see her family in North Dakota every now and then. I’m not going to keep every pack member on a short leash. I’ve known Mags for a while now and she’s pretty independent. I also know you and she have been sniffin’ ‘round each other for a while. Did y’all get in a fight?”

“She’s not my mate,” he growled.

“I’ll reach out to her. I can tell you that as her Alpha I’m not feelin’ she’s in immediate danger. My wolves are good. But the ones I’m looking for…”

“We followed the scent of the rogues down to Munger Mountain. They either air lifted out or maybe took the Snake River.” Remus changed the subject.

Hunter glanced at a text that flashed onto his cell phone. “Sherriff says the human deaths are being investigated by the FBA. They’re classing it as a terroristic act.”

“Vampires are laying low?” Remus remained standing and rested his elbow onto the heavy stone fireplace mantle.

“Hope you don’t mind, but I checked on a few of the ones I met at the club. The ones that are alive.” Viktor sat in the chair across from Hunter’s desk.

“Obviously. Do we really need this joker?” The beta asked, a stone-cold expression fixed on his face.

Viktor flashed, materializing behind the beta. With his arm wrapped around his neck, the vampire’s fangs descended, grazing the wolf’s skin. “Don’t even think of shifting. I’ll drain you before you have a chance to shift. I’m going to say this once. Behave like a good doggie or I won’t think twice about killing you.”

“Jesus, Alpha. Get the bloodsucker off of me,” Remus coughed. He struggled to break free but couldn’t shake Viktor.

Hunter shot to his feet but didn’t make a move to intervene. “I don’t have time for this bullshit. Remus. Knock off the digs. Vik here is an ancient. And if you don’t know what the fuck that means I’ll spell it out for you. He can kill you within seconds and honestly as much as we’ve been through the past couple of years, you’re acting like an asshole. I just risked my damn life to get him outta Hell and I don’t need your shit. And you.” Hunter glared at Viktor. “Get the fuck off him. I need you to focus for five fucking minutes.”

“I don’t like him.” Viktor held tight to Remus, stroking his palm over the top of his head. “Saved by your Alpha. You’d better heel, or I’m afraid next time I won’t be so restrained.”

“Stop fucking around and let him go,” Hunter ordered.

“I’m going to give your boy there the benefit of the doubt but if he throws me any more shade, he’s going to be on his knees.” Viktor released the beta and instantly flashed back to the seat. He dug his fingers into the arms of the chair, glaring at Remus. “You need to send your dogs to behavior school.”