“Same bear.” Roan rubbed his mouth. “Now what?”
“They’re not dead.” Gideon turned around in the front seat. “There is no blood which means they weren’t injured in the crash, and they weren’t physically attacked. We need to figure out what they need a squirrel and a human for.”
Chapter 18
Dahy had a bad taste in his mouth and his tongue was sandpaper dry. He must’ve slept with his mouth open. When he tried to move, metal clanked, and he was pulled back.
“Dahy?” A low whisper sounded in the dark. Cursed crappy night vision.
“Yeah.”
“Are you okay?”
Myka. “Yeah, cuffed to something.”
“Me too.” A sob followed her words. “It was the man. The one from the coffee shop.”
Figures. Fucking wolves. And a bear. Dahy tested his arms again, still stuck. Then he tried moving his feet, also stuck. With a deep breath, he allowed change to wash over him. It was slow and sluggish, and his head spun. The cuffs clanked as they slid off his body, and he jumped off the chair he was on and over toward where he’d heard Myka’s voice. She was on a chair too. He hopped up on her lap, and she cried out. “Fuck, that better be you and not a rat.”
He chattered at her. Rat! Huffing, he climbed to her shoulder and brushed his tail over her cheek. Rats didn’t have pretty tails like his.
“Do you know where we are?”
Nope, he didn’t have a clue and it was too fucking dark to get any.
She moved a fraction. “I think a basement, but I’m not sure.”
“Yes, basement. Holding cell.”
Dahy jumped at the deep, gravelly voice, as did Myka. Shit, he must be more out of it than he’d believed if he’d missed that there was a wolf in the room. It was clear now; the scent was strong. Strong enough for him to wrinkle his nose. Unwashed wolf.
“Who are you?” Myka’s tone was snappy.
There was a rustle followed by a clanking sound which told Dahy the wolf was in cuffs too. “Gustav Emerson.”
Never heard of him, but the way he let it hang in the air made it clear he thought they should know. Myka shrugged carefully, as if she was afraid he’d fall off her shoulder if she moved fast.
“Nice to meet you, Gustav. Are we in Doson?”
“Doson? No, we’re in the holding cell in the pack house in Ordbury.”
They had pack houses? Did Konrad have a pack house?
“Oh, I’m from Ordbury.” Myka sounded pleased, but Dahy wasn’t sure it was a good thing. If she hadn’t been from Ordbury, the men who’d taken them might not have known about her.
“You’re here for the hunt tonight?”
Dahy stilled on Myka’s shoulder. Hunt? He did not want to be here for a hunt. Squirrels didn’t do well in hunts with wolves.
“What kind of hunt?”
Dahy hopped off Myka’s shoulders and onto her lap. The cuffs rattled as if she’d made a move to touch him. He leaned against her belly in a show of support. She didn’t sound thrilled about a hunt either.
“Not a good one.” There was a growl in Gustav’s voice that hadn’t been there before. “The Ordbury pack doesn’t have hunts, not for entertainment.”
And yet they were.
“There won’t be a hunt?” Myka sounded confused.
