Turn of the Moon (Royal Shifters #1)(27)

He squeezed my hand. “We will.”

Out of nowhere, a blast of anger spiked through my bond. I grabbed my chest and gasped, hoping I could see into Ryker’s mind. When I tried, all I could see was red.

Sebastian grabbed me by the shoulders. “Bailey, what’s wrong?”

I looked up at the ceiling where Ryker stood just above. “I don’t know, but it’s not good.”





Ryker

“What do you mean ‘they took Kami’?” I shouted.

“They came in the middle of the f*cking night and took her out of her apartment. They’re not giving her back until they find Bailey. They’re getting desperate, Ryker.” Tate Grayson was one of the toughest alphas I knew, and if he feared for his sister’s life it was bad.

“How long have they had her?”

“About eight hours now. They left a note.”

“What does it say?”

I could hear the crunch of paper as he gripped it in his hand. “They’re going to send pieces of her body back for each day they don’t have Bailey, but not until after they’ve had their fun with her.”

“Goddammit!” I yelled. Kami was only eighteen years old and a sweet girl. The thought of them raping and torturing her enraged the f*ck out of me.

Bailey and Sebastian appeared at the door, concern etched on their faces. Once my mind cleared, she was able to hear what was going on. “They want you, Bailey. If we don’t go, they’ll kill an innocent girl. But if we do . . . I put your life in danger.”

She walked up to me, placing her hands on my face. “Then we go. We have to save her.”

With desperation in his voice, Tate replied, “These wolves are out for blood. I need you here, brother. I can’t do this alone.”

“You won’t be. We’ll be out there first thing.” I hung up the phone and threw it on the bed.

“What’s going on?” Sebastian demanded.

“The Yukon pack is desperate to find Bailey. They took a girl hostage, threatening to dismember her if they don’t get what they want. We’re heading back to Wyoming.”

He stalked into the room. “And what, hand Bailey over? Do you have any idea what they’ll do to her?”

“Not a goddamned thing. I’ll kill them all if I have to.”

“So will I,” Bailey added, glancing at me before settling her focus on him. “I can’t let them hurt an innocent girl because of me. You know I’m a good fighter.”

“Yeah, because I’m the one who taught you,” he grumbled.

“Then it’s all the more reason for me to go.”

Sighing, he headed for the door. “Fine, let’s go. I can’t have you fighting without me.”

As soon as he was down the stairs, I grabbed Bailey’s hand, pulling her to me. “This isn’t how I wanted the full moon to go down.”

She nodded. “I know, but we have to do this. There will be plenty of full moons.”

I kissed her long and hard. “And I’m sure as hell going to make sure of that.”



We were almost to Tate’s ranch, which was about three hours north of Jackson Hole, Wyoming, where I lived. Everyone was on edge, including Cedric, who was still back in Jackson. “Are you sure you don’t want me there?” he asked.

“No, I need you with the pack.”

“What if they outnumber you?”

“Then I guess we’ll have our work cut out for us.”

“Stubborn son of a bitch. Don’t get yourself killed,” he snapped.

“Don’t plan on it. If everything goes the way we want, we’ll be fine.” I hung up and tossed my phone into the center console. “Okay, we’re almost there. We need to come up with a plan.”

“If your main objective is to save the girl, we need her scent,” Sebastian explained. “I can track her location and then someone can go after her.”

“Why can’t you track her and find her yourself?” I asked, glaring at him in the mirror.

“Because I’m not leaving Bailey’s side.”

“Are you always going to be up her ass?” I snapped.

Bailey slapped me on the shoulder. “That’s enough. Stop with the pissing contest.”

“She’s right. You’ll be thanking me once the night’s done,” he grumbled low.

When we got to Tate’s ranch, he was outside with five of his wolves. They tensed when Sebastian got out of the car. Tate walked up to me, but stopped cold, focusing on Bailey and Sebastian.

“Where are they?” I asked, referring to the Yukon wolves.

“Some of them are in town, but I still don’t know where they have Kami.” He nodded toward Bailey. “Is that your mate?”

I glanced back at Bailey and nodded. “That’s Bailey Storm and her protector, Sebastian Lyall. They’re part of the royal pack.”

Eyes wide, he stepped past me and bowed his head while the other wolves watched on with curiosity. “My name’s Tate Grayson. It’s nice to finally meet you. I didn’t know there were any living royals.”

Sebastian snorted. “That’s because we don’t pronounce it to the world. I’ve seen what happens when we do.”