Dean was almost there, his phone buzzed again. This time it was Sid.
“Alpha,” Sid's voice came through, strained but steady. “I found Greg. He’s alive, barely conscious. And… this place—it’s not good. There are bodies everywhere. But I checked. The Luna isn’t among them. I’ll track her down.”
Dean didn’t breathe for a second. Relief and rage crashed into each other inside him.
“I’m almost there,” he responded tightly. “Wait for me. We’ll track her together. I know my mate’s scent better than anyone.”
Minutes later, his car skidded to a halt on the dirt road. He leapt out before the engine even finished dying and stormed toward the clearing.
“Greg!” he shouted.
The bodyguard looked like he’d been dragged through hell. His face was pale, lips trembling, his shirt stained with soot and
