Chapter 33
33
JOHNNY
I stepped on the gas, pressing the pedal to the floor. I was almost at Chapman’s ranch.
I tried calling Lyssa’s phone over and over again, but it went straight to voicemail, like she’d turned it off.
Fuck! My mate was in danger, and every second she was there without me was a second something could happen to her. My wolf howled with anguish.
I didn’t even know she was there officially, but my gut told me I was right in coming here. It was what had driven me to snap at my alpha and pretty much confiscated Boyd’s truck. She was at Running Waters. My wolf fucking knew it .
My phone rang, and I scrambled to answer.
“Johnny? It’s Knox.” Knox was one of the enforcers from the Two Marks pack in Wyoming. They’d been in the area on some other business and were called in when we got notice Chapman was flying to Montana. “Me and Travis are at the edge of the Chapman property now.”
“Wait for me. No–fuck.” I couldn’t think straight. “I think my mate, Lyssa, is on the property. She’s Chapman’s caretaker. We had a fight, and I’m pretty sure she returned here. I don’t want her endangered.”
“Fuck,” I heard Travis mutter. “That’s gonna be a problem.”
“What do you mean?” I practically yelled.
“You, man,” Knox said. “Your wolf will have one objective alone–protecting your mate. Which is fine. Now that we know, we’ll be there to pick up the slack. How far out are you?”
“Fifteen, twenty minutes.”
“You drive a blue pickup?”
“Yes.” I shared the make and model.
“We saw it in the driveway. She’s here.”
I was relieved and panicked at the same time. Gunned the engine on Boyd’s truck.
“Okay, listen. We’re gonna shift and get onto the property in wolf form. We’ll sniff around and get into position near the house. You drive right up and knock on the door, and we’ll be there to back you up.”
“Understood.”
I ended the call and gripped the hell out of the steering wheel. I’d deal with Boyd later and the fingerprints I just bent into it.