He grabbed my arm and silently hurried me toward the cars, but I yanked myself away. “Tell me.”
He studied my eyes, then growled. “I was just wondering, with the demons dead, what do they need the juice boxes for anymore?”
My stomach churned as we hurried back to where we’d left the vehicles. Five abducted people and five dead demons. We’d rescued one of the abductees, but that meant there were four other people who were no longer useful.
It sickened me, but I prayed that the sorcerer still needed their blood for something else.
Hopefully, our prayers wouldn’t be too little, too late.
36
Jaxson
As soon as we returned to our truck, I pulled out my phone and called Billy. “I don’t care about your reservations about working with the LaSalle woman—I need you up here now. Bring men and guns. Sam’s been taken.”
As I gave him the rundown, I could feel his fury across the line. He valued Sam just as I did. I depended on her for so much—intelligence, counsel, even friendship. If Sam had been harmed, I’d unleash a fucking war in Wisconsin until the perpetrators were found.
My wolf clawed to get out, and I was one hair from slipping into a rage. I steadied my hand on the wheel.
“How are you going to find her?” Billy asked, clearly enraged himself.
I glanced at Savannah as she slipped into the passenger side. She really shouldn’t be privy to our traditions, but it was too late for that now. “I can do a moon calling ritual. Tonight, when the moon is at its peak. There’s a spirit guide up here in the local pack who should be willing to help.”
“Hopefully, that’s enough,” Billy growled.
Silence hung in the air. “The LaSalle girl might be able to help.”
“How?”
I wasn’t going down that road with him. “Meet me at the Sunrise Inn. It should be a safe base of operations. I’ll call you once we know more,” I said, and hung up.
Savannah turned to me with an arched brow. “What’s a moon calling ritual?”
I swore. “Something you’re not supposed to know about.”
“Why, because I’m a LaSalle?”
“Because it’s pack business, and I’m the alpha,” I snapped.
She rolled her eyes. “But it allows you to track Sam?”
“Yes. If she’s still alive, we’ll be able to track her.” I shouldn’t be telling her this. Our secrets were heavily guarded, and she was on the enemy’s side, even if she didn’t quite realize the gravity of what that meant.
“But you can’t do the thing until tonight.”
“No,” I snarled.
She seemed to sense I was done dispensing information and settled back in her seat. “Fine. If you can’t d
o it until tonight, then we should scry as soon as we get where we’re going. The Sunrise Inn, wherever that is. Glad to know the plan.”
I ground my teeth. “Now you do. We go to the hotel. You scry. If that doesn’t work, I do my thing. And we sit tight until we get a lead. The motel is on Eastern Wisconsin pack land. We’ll dig in and shoot the heck out of any werewolves or demons that come calling. You don’t need to worry, you’ll be safe there.”
“I’m worried about Sam, not myself.”
“Then you’d better start.”
Savannah sighed at my comment, her frustration unmistakable. She had no idea how much danger she was truly in. The goddamn sorcerer was up to something more sinister than summoning blood demons. I could feel it in my bones.