Enticing Their Mate (Pack Wars #6)(55)

Sarah debated excusing herself and texting Riley and Jay to let them know what might happen, but a second later, a commotion sounded from somewhere in the building. Elkhart tapped his phone. As he shouted for someone to answer him, Ford and Tyson Summerville burst into the room.

Taught to keep her wits about her, Sarah moved out of the way. Ford glanced over at her. “You need to leave.”

She wanted to ask why, but she trusted him. He and Tyson would make sure the women remained safe. Not wanting to be anywhere near a fight, she grabbed her purse and headed through the door to the adjoining room. As soon as she stepped into the hallway, her pulse pounded, and her legs felt like lead. It had to be the adrenaline coursing through her system that propelled her forward.

For the Summerville brothers’ sake, she hoped there wouldn’t be a fight. With three men against two, the odds were stacked against them. On the plus side, they were highly trained military men who’d been enhanced. From what she recalled, Dr. Elkhart had never received the injections, though he could have dosed himself once the General’s men had located the first clinic.

As Sarah moved toward the reception area, the women’s screams echoed down the hall and she froze. Sarah debated returning to help, but then decided against it, recognizing she wouldn’t stand a chance against a shifter.

Needing to escape, she burst through the door to the waiting room and spotted two men rushing toward the clinic. That didn’t look good. They had to be Statler’s men.

Trying to remain cool, she pulled open the door, acting as if she was one of Elkhart’s regular nurses. They zoomed in and headed for the back door. Not wanting to see if the receptionist would supply them with the code, Sarah walked out. Her car might only be halfway across the parking lot, but right now it seemed as if it was a million miles away.

Throat dry and heart beating too fast, she strode with purpose toward the driver’s side. Needing her key, she dipped her hand into her purse, taking her eyes off her destination for a moment. From behind, someone grabbed her and placed a cloth over her face. Chemicals invaded her brain and muscles.

She struggled to get free, but the man’s grip remained firm. Sarah was trained to react under all circumstances, but drugs were hard to counteract. Had her muscles done as she commanded, she would have stomped on his instep, dropped to the ground, and then rolled to her feet.

Before she could come up with an alternate plan, her legs buckled and her world turned black.

* * *


Statler was livid. His buyer had demanded they meet at the clinic to discuss the purchase. While Connolly had reported the women were improving daily, Statler needed those four days he’d been promised in order for them to be in tip top condition. Fucking Charles. What was he trying to pull?

Statler had arrived a few minutes early wanting to determine if the buyer was up to something nefarious. Statler parked at the edge of the lot in in full view of the main entrance and waited. To his delight, Charles drove in with only his assistant in tow.

Feeling rather confident, Statler was about to slip out of his car when he spotted his other nemeses—Tyson and Ford Summerville, the two werewolves who’d destroyed his clinic and forced him to find another location—enter the clinic.

Fucking General Armand. How the hell had he found him? Again?

Statler couldn’t stay around there any longer. This had to be a trap—one that wasn’t going to work. He was smarter than them all. As he jammed his car into reverse, Sarah rushed out of Elkhart’s clinic looking wide-eyed and nervous. Why was she leaving before her shift was up? Something must have happened inside. Perhaps the Summerville brothers had scared her.

As she moved closer to her car, a plan quickly formed.

Because he had no idea what to expect from today’s meeting, he’d prepared a little knock out solution in case he needed to get by Elkhart’s receptionist. A small smile lifted his lips at his forward thinking.

For a split second, he’d been tempted to enter the clinic and battle it out with Ford and Tyson, but given all three of them were enhanced, he doubted he’d end up the victor. For now, it would be best to retreat—with Sarah in tow.

* * *

“Where is she?” Riley paced the too tiny motel room. “Sarah should have been home an hour ago. I’m going after her.”

Jay held up his hand. “Let me call Connolly. He should be at the clinic somewhere.” Before he had the chance to dial the number, his cell rang. “It’s Ford,” he announced. “What’s up?” Jay stood and walked over to the window where he pulled back the curtains. “They’re dead? What did you do with the bodies? Where’s Sarah?” Jay turned around and it looked as if someone had punched him in the stomach. “We’ll be right there.” He disconnected. “Someone kidnapped Sarah.”

Riley saw red. “What happened?”

“Ford and Tyson spotted the two buyers entering the clinic. They went in and when the two men mistreated the women, a fight broke out. The buyers died.”

“And Dr. Elkhart?”

“He escaped. Ford didn’t go into many details, except to say that when they went outside, they found Sarah’s purse and keys on the ground near her car.”

“Was it Statler?” Riley’s voice cracked and his body started to shift. He clenched his hands and pictured Sarah to help him stay in human form.