Enticing Their Mate (Pack Wars #6)(57)

“No,” Connolly said, “but even if we did, and he was the one who kidnapped Sarah, he wouldn’t head back there.”

Tyson slipped an elbow over the seat back. “The buyer said something about Statler meeting him at the clinic, which meant he was either there or on his way. None of us spotted him inside, so either he arrived after the kidnapping or he was the kidnapper.”

That made sense. “Why would he take Sarah, though? She’s been on his side for months.”

Ford snapped his fingers. “He wouldn’t, unless he spotted me or Ty. Damn. We were out in the open, not even thinking that Statler might stop by. He would figure out the General had found him and must have panicked.”

For some reason, that brought Riley comfort. “If he took Sarah, he’d want to use her as leverage to get the women back. Killing Sarah would do him no good.”

Jay scrubbed a hand down his chin. “I’m betting Statler will lure the General up to Canada for a showdown.”

Riley shook his head. “The General would never agree to that.”

“You don’t know him.”


Tyson piped up. “Jay’s right. Before we came up here, the General asked us to train him. He’s always been convinced that Statler wanted to eliminate him worse than anything, and the General wanted to be ready. Hell, after Connolly’s phone call, I wouldn’t be surprised if the General didn’t jump in his plane to come up here right away.”

Well damn.





Chapter Twenty-Three





Sarah opened her eyes and groaned. A memory flitted through her head—and it wasn’t a good one. She recalled a sweet, chemical smell, followed by an attempted struggle before her legs had collapsed. After that, it was all a blank.

One thing she could be certain of, she needed to get out of there—wherever that was. Her limbs were stiff and it hurt to move them, but she had to work through the pain. Her tomb was pitch black, which made it all the more difficult to assess her situation.

She moved her legs, and her knees banged into something hard. Damn. Only then did the whine of tires and the groan of an engine register in her drugged brain. Putting the pieces together was difficult, but she soon concluded that she was trapped in a car trunk—make that a moving car trunk.

Holy f*cking hell. How had this happened to her? She’d been so careful for so many months.

Sarah pushed on the hood that was inches from her face just in case her kidnapper hadn’t closed the lid tight, but it didn’t budge. She shifted to get better traction and a spike of pain raced up her hip. Only then did she remember landing on her side.

To make matters worse, the lack of circulation had caused a tight band to form around her chest. God, she wanted to vomit, but she needed to stay strong. There had to be something she could do.

Think. Yelling and kicking might cause the driver to pull over and dump her somewhere. The best option seemed to pretend to be incapacitated when he finally opened the lid, so he wouldn’t see her as a threat. Once the throbbing at her temples stopped and her thoughts unscrambled, she’d come up with a better plan.

She mentally snapped her fingers. She’d use her phone—assuming there was reception in this part of Canada. Why hadn’t she thought of that right away? She patted around the area for her purse but couldn’t find it or anything else for that matter. Recreating the attack, she remembered her assailant had knocked it from her hands when he’d attacked her. Shit.

Pushing up onto her elbows, she banged her head and had to swallow the wave of panic caused by the claustrophobia assaulting her. Stay calm.

Sarah drew on her training and put herself in her kidnapper’s mind. If this person had wanted her dead, he would have killed her already. The key now was to figure out who had taken her. That knowledge would help her decide the best way to proceed.

Her choices for kidnappers were limited, though. First there was Russ. He drove a beat up truck whose bed wasn’t lined, and the floor she was lying on was carpeted, so she pushed him lower on the list. Because it didn’t smell, she was either in a rental or a new car. Statler drove a Mercedes, whereas Russ’s truck was at least ten years old. While it was possible he’d rented a car, she saw no reason why he’d take her. Her shift wasn’t up when she left the clinic, so she doubted Russ would have come to work early, unless Statler had told him to wait for her.

Then it dawned on her. The two men who’d arrived had been the women’s buyers. It was possible they were there to meet Statler and make the exchange. If Statler had just pulled into the parking lot, he might have spotted Ford and Tyson, which would give Statler pause. Those two had already bested him once, and he’d know not to challenge them again. Perhaps he’d panicked and taken her, hoping to gain some advantage.

It had been just her luck to be in the parking lot the moment Statler was trying to figure out his next move. He’d want to collect the money from the buyers, but he wouldn’t chance running into two highly trained super werewolves.

Well damn. The only consolation was that if Russ had taken her, she would have been violated before he handed her over to Statler. While Statler wasn’t nice to her, at least he never acted as if he was interested in her sexually. That gave her some relief, but her future still didn’t look rosy. He’d kill her once she served his purpose, whatever that was.