Chapter Six

I took a long, deep breath and looked around the room. These were my brothers, for all intents and purposes.

We shared grief, joy, and pain.

We had each other's backs.

"I've been sharing dreams with an omega for a few weeks now, but last night, he spoke to me. There are kids there, cubs and pups. The smell of fear…" I didn't have the words to describe the sourness that lingered in my nose.

"Sharing dreams? You're a dream walker?" Aziz asked. "When did this happen?"

Pop-Tart leaned against the squat rack since this gym was our meeting area now. No long table or chairs for us. What mattered was that the omegas were here and safe now. We would deal with what we had. "Is that why you've been looking like shit for weeks? The dreams?"

I growled a bit at him, making him chuckle. "Probably."

"Is this a new thing?" Hammer's brother pushed.

"He used to share dreams with Tyrone," Hammer chimed in. "Isn't that right, Tyrus?"

I nodded. Hammer and I'd had exactly one discussion about Tyrone, our twin bond, and how we shared dreams. How our last dream warned me of his impending death. A nightmare horrible enough to make me never want to sleep again.

Hammer remembered everything.

"Yes. I used to share them with my twin but haven't had a dream walk since he died. Then, a few weeks ago, I had some weird dreams and that's when I realized they were real. And the omega spoke to me through them. Until now, they were sensations. Feelings. Scents and a weird awareness of what was happening until he spoke to me. The omega and those cubs are in trouble." I spilled it all out there, hoping they would take me seriously and act immediately.

If I hadn't crumbled their trust by confessing this strange part of me.

"You know where they are? The kids and the omega?" King asked. "If he's pressing the urgent message, then we need to get moving. How do we find them?"

"I know the location. I mean, it's nothing you can plug into GPS or any maps app, but I know where it is. It's a few hours north. Up the highway." I closed my eyes. "Pine trees. So many damned pine trees."

Everyone fell silent. Mav and Hutch cuddled their babe, but their eyes were on one man, like the rest. They were waiting on Hammer's command. Instead, Gray stepped forward, Dom asleep in his arms. "Tyrus, thank you for sharing all of this with us. I'm sure I speak for all of us when I say we'd love to hear more about your gift but"—he turned to his alpha—"we need to get moving."

Hammer nodded, his chest puffed out with pride. He and Mav had damned fine omegas. Damned fine. "Gray is absolutely right. Tyrus, there's only the one omega?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"And clearly he trusts you because he's giving you info. Did you see alphas there? Fuckers we need to take out?"

I blew out a breath. "There were others in the dreams, and the cubs were scared of them, but I got the feeling they were visiting and not present all the time."

He nodded. "Mav, I'm gonna ask you and Jeremy to stay back with Gray, Hutch, Jack, and the omegas here. The rest of you get ready to fight if we need to, and let's bring all the vans. Blankets and snacks for the kiddos. We don't know what conditions they've been living under. Is that okay with everyone?" While he asked the group, his stare was on his omega. Gray, Hutch, and Jack were part of the team now and didn't like being left behind, but everything was so unknown on this bust. I didn't blame him for wanting his omega to be safe.

Hutch stepped forward. "I'll prepare everything for the kiddos while the rest of you get ready. I think, with all the variables on this one, it would be better for us to stay home. Right?" He still blushed when he addressed the group, turning to Mav as if for some kind of approval.

I would never have that—the approval of my omega.

Mav nodded. "He's right. Let's move everyone. I guess I need to get some more bunks brought in. Go rescue some cubs."

We broke off, and I received some claps on the shoulder from King and Aziz. They didn't reject me. Of course, what I'd told them was only a slice of me, but they accepted me as I was.

In less than a half hour, we were dressed, armed, and had four passenger vans headed north. Car seats, blankets, and snacks were in the back.

"Tyrus," King said. He was driving, and I was in the passenger seat since the map was in my head. "You know, in my pride, someone who can translate dreams and walk through the dreams with others are considered godlike. What you have is a gift."

"You think so?" I said. "Our parents told us not to speak about it."

He nodded. "Parents make lots of mistakes. We all do."

"So…I'm a god to you?" I said, barely containing my chuckle.

He sighed, shaking his head. "I knew I shouldn't have told you, bear."