The Lost Omega

Chapter Two

She took a few slow, deep breaths as she was acutely aware that this was her last opportunity to deny what she had just witnessed and safeguard herself.

Instead, she shared the information about the newspaper article, as well as the fact that she had spotted the missing boy in Jason's house, in one of the cages that he used to house new wolves.

The howling of an animal could be heard at the other end of the phone line. "I see," the wolf said.

She explained to him, "Until I saw the newspaper, there was no way I could prove that anything was wrong."

"I was wondering if Jason was aware that you saw the boy."

"Yes." In the Jersey area, there were two different Alphas. She pondered for a moment how he could possibly have known which one she was referring to.

"How did he respond to that?"

Cassie took a deep breath and forced herself to forget what had taken place after that. Once Jason's mate had interceded, the Alpha had largely stopped passing her around to the other wolves at his whim, but Jason had felt that Rebic deserved a reward on that particular night and so he gave it to him. It was not necessary for her to reveal this information to the Marock, was it?

By providing an explanation to his question, he spared her the embarrassment. "Was he upset that you had seen the boy?" "Was he mad at you?"

"No. He had a good relationship with the one who had brought him in." Rebic's face was covered in blood, and he smelled like he had been sweating heavily from the excitement of the hunt.

When Jason had first been introduced to Cassie, Jason's happiness was doubled when Rebic brought her to him. Rebic was the one who ended up getting angry because he hadn't anticipated the fact that she would behave like a submissive wolf. The fact that Cassie was submissive meant that she held the very lowest position in the pack. Almost immediately after changing her, Rebic came to the conclusion that he had made a mistake. She believed that he did as well.

"I see."

She was perplexed as to why she had the impression that he was doing it.

"Cassie, where are you at this moment?"

"At the home of a good friend."

"What's this? Another werewolf?"

"No." Then, when she realized that he might think she'd told someone about what she was - which was a violation of the rules, she hurried to explain to herself. "My residence does not feature a telephone of any kind. Because my next-door neighbor is out of town, I am responsible for looking after her cat. I made a call on her phone."

"I see," he said. "I want you to stay away from Jason and your pack for the time being - it might not be safe for you if someone figures out that you called me," she said. "I'm sorry I couldn't help you sooner."

That is an extremely modest admission. "You're good to go."

"As it happens," Marock said, "I was recently made aware of problems in Jersey..

His subsequent statements were lost on her as she became aware of the fact that she had put everything at risk for no reason at all.

"In a normal situation, I would have gotten in touch with the closest pack. On the other hand, if Jason is the one who is killing people, I find it hard to believe that the other Jersey Alphas are unaware of this fact. Because Jaymie hasn't gotten in touch with me, I have no choice but to assume that both Alphas are involved in some way, shape, or form."

She explained to him that Jason was not the one responsible for the werewolves. "This is Rebic, who is his second child."

The Marock calmly responded, "The Alpha is responsible for the actions of his pack," which means the leader of the pack. "I've dispatched... a private investigator. As it so happens, he is scheduled to arrive in Jersey later today. I'd like you to meet him."

Because of this, Cassie found herself clad only in her underwear in the middle of the night at Jersey International Airport, sandwiched between two parked cars. She did not own a car and did not have enough money to take a taxi, but the airport was only about five miles from her apartment when measured in the direction of the crow's flight. It was well after midnight, and in her wolf form, she appeared to be pitch black and somewhat diminutive in comparison to other werewolves. It was unlikely that anyone would see her and assume that she was anything other than a stray dog because the odds were so low.

She shivered as she put on the T-shirt she'd brought with her because the temperature had dropped significantly. Once she had crammed her shoes, jeans, and a top into her small pack, there was no more room for her coat, which was an unnecessary item in comparison to the other things she had packed.

Because she had never actually traveled before, it took her some time to locate the correct terminal at the airport. When she arrived, he was already there waiting for her to arrive at the destination.

She didn't realize that the Marock had not provided her with any description of his investigator until after she had hung up the phone and reflected on their conversation. She had been worrying about it all the way to the airport, but it was completely unnecessary. There was no way to mistake him for anyone else. Even in the hectic terminal, people stopped what they were doing to look at him before quickly averting their gaze.

Even though Native Americans were uncommon in Jersey, they were not so unheard of that they would warrant the amount of attention he was receiving. Cassie was the only one who understood why they were required to look, as it is highly unlikely that any of the humans who had been walking past him could have articulated the reason. It was something that even the most dominant wolves had in common. It was also present in Jason, though not to the same degree.

He was tall, even taller than Jason, and wore a thick braid in his jet-black hair that hung below the bead-and-leather belt he wore. In contrast to his worn-out cowboy boots, his jeans had a dark wash and appeared to be Elid new. When he made a slight turn to the side, the lights caught a reflection of the gold studs that he had pierced into his ears. He didn't seem like the type of man who would pierce his ears in any way, shape, or form.

The features that lay beneath the skin that was the color of teak and had the appearance of youth were broad and flat, and they carried an expression that was oppressive in its very blankness. His dark eyes searched the commotion of the crowd in a deliberate manner, looking for something specific. They halted on her for a second, and the force of the impact caused her to take a few deep breaths. Then his eyes moved on to something else.

Levi detested being in the air. He detested flying in any capacity, but especially when someone else was at the controls. He had flown himself to Salt Lake, but landing his small jet in Jersey might have tipped off his target, and he wanted to catch Jason off guard so he could take advantage of the situation. In addition to that, ever since they shut down Newark Field, he stopped flying himself into Jersey. At both Jersey and Trenton, there was an unacceptable amount of traffic.

He detested living in large cities. Because there were so many smells, they clogged his nose. Because there was so much noise, he caught bits and pieces of a hundred different conversations without even trying to, but he could miss the sound of someone sneaking up behind him entirely. Someone had brushed up against him on the walkway as he was exiting the aircraft, and he had to make a conscious effort to refrain from doing the same thing in retaliation. Even though he had arrived at Jersey Airport in the middle of the night, which had allowed him to avoid the largest crowds, there were still far too many people for him to feel comfortable.

Even more than you, he loathed mobile devices. After the plane had landed, he turned on his, and his father's message was already there waiting for him when he saw it. Now, rather than going to the car rental desk and then to his hotel, he was going to have to find some woman and stay with her so that Jason and his other wolves wouldn't kill her. He was going to have to do this so that they wouldn't kill her. The only piece of information he had was the woman's first name, as Eli had not deemed it necessary to provide him with a description of the woman.

He came to a stop outside the security gates and allowed his gaze to wander aimlessly, all the while keeping his fingers crossed that it would lead him to the woman. He was able to detect the scent of another werewolf, but the air circulation in the airport made it difficult for him to pinpoint the source of the scent. His attention was initially drawn to a young woman who had the complexion of an Irish emerald, curly hair the color of whiskey, and the defeated expression of someone who had been beaten on a regular basis. She appeared exhausted, chilly, and much too frail for her size. The sight of it infuriated him, and because he was already in an unsafe emotional state, he resisted the urge to avert his gaze.