42. Forty-two

forty-two

I slid to a stop just inside the tree line around the warehouse. I had to be smart about this. I needed to ensure Kendal wasn't hurt while I rescued her.

The building was dark. The parking lot around it cracked from the weeds that struggled to survive in the tiny spaces where dirt met air.

The side facing me held a small door. The glass of its small window was smashed, but the wire between the panes still held the last of the shards.

My right ear flicked back as my brothers slid to a stop behind me. They fanned out in a line, Kragen on my right and Roul to my left. My head swung left first, but Roul's focus never wavered from the warehouse.

Kragen shook his head. "It's a trap, Drym."

"I know." For the past few minutes, the word ‘trap' scratched across the skin of my forearm. My sweet, beautiful mate was warning me.

"We should call in the shifters."

I swung my head to our de facto leader. "We don't need them."

He shook his head. "No, but their presence might make Willis think twice about his plan.

"Not with his two get out of jail free cards, as Bull called them."

"We don't know what waits for us inside."

I growled, low in my throat. "My mate waits for us." I sat back on my haunches. "But we can't approach this without a plan."

Kragen took a deep breath. "We need intel. We need to know the size and location of the force inside."

I dipped my nose. "We need Zeus."

Roul's heavy hand landed on my shoulder. "They are on their way. Cavi and Quin, wait for them at the road."

The tips of his claws dug into me and earned my attention.

"If you feel her being hurt, we will not wait."

I nodded, even though everything inside me roared. My mate was a few hundred yards away. No cell in my body wanted to wait.