Dark Lies (Magic Side: Wolf Bound 3)
“Congratulations,” Harlow said as she turned to us. “We got them all.”
Savy crossed her arms. “Nope. Grayling had a passenger—Dragan, who got away.”
Silence hung heavy.
I looked from Harlow to Max. “We need to make sure all your people are accounted for. Round them up and check if anything is strange. Dragan might have possessed one of them.”
Harlow nodded at Max. “Do it.”
I turned to Sam. “Us, too. Dragan was having trouble controlling Grayling’s forms. He might have trouble with a shift.”
Sam rounded up the wolves as Max and Harlow inspected their agents.
Savy hugged herself tight. “How do we fight a ghost if he can just jump hosts?”
“No idea. But we’re going to find out,” I growled.
Moments later, Sam dashed around the corner of the SUV. “Jax, Tony’s gone.”
Fuck. It couldn’t be.
I turned to my wolves. “Who saw Tony last?”
Two of them nodded to the road, back where the Order’s SUVs had come from. I turned to the cluster of agents. “Did anyone see a wolf or man heading that direction?”
One of them nodded. “There was a guy grabbing one of the trucks when we were going for the SUVs. I thought he’d be here by now.”
I stilled my breathing and tuned my ears.
Nothing. No sound of wheels on dirt.
I spun on my pack. “Spread out. Find him, now. Sam, take two and head for the trucks. The rest of you go parallel to the woods. Howl if you encounter him—track, but do not engage.”
My wolves tore off into the darkness.
“I might be able to get there faster in my Swiftleys!” Savannah shouted.
“Do it.”
“Okay, Wolfie, sprint time,” she said, and with a burst of speed, she shot into the dark, propelled by werewolf strength and her magical boots.
Harlow ran up. “What the hell is happening?”
“I think Dragan may have found his ride out of here in one of my people,” I snarled. “Get these asshole bikers in custody. We’ll track Dragan down.”
I pulled out my phone and called Tony. With every ring, my hope faded. Finally, it went to voicemail.
Tony was gone.
I reared my head back and roared.