and attach his picture, then alert the alpha. Also, contact Sloan and see if he’s located Montgomery. If not, consider him missing and a personal threat. Alert everyone to keep their eyes posted and report back if he contacts them.”
“Consider it done,” Jacob said, already typing the message.
Logan entered his sister’s apartment and located Layla, Mason, the healer and Becca in his sister’s bedroom. Becca lay on the bed unconscious as the healer chanted and moved her hands in the air six inches above his mate’s body. She did several patterns, and he watched helplessly as Becca’s body twitched randomly.
Layla approached him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
Mason stood by the window, his face etched with worry, and Logan couldn’t help the low growl that escaped. The man closed his eyes and lowered his head, admitting defeat and submission. He would be punished for his failure.
“Oh, Logan,” Layla cried into his shirt. “I’m so sorry.”
“What happened?” he whispered.
“One minute we were all standing at the counter laughing, and the next…she was convulsing on the floor.”
“Poison,” he stated.
“We think so,” Layla agreed. “I’ve never seen such a bad reaction, though. The guys could barely get a good enough hold on her to bring her here.”
The healer shushed them and continued her chants.
Jacob reentered the house and Logan pushed his sister away, stomped across the room, and slammed his friend against the wall. He pushed his massive forearm against the man’s windpipe and leaned on him with all of his weight. Jacob wasn’t a small man, they were equally matched in height, but Logan had more muscle.
“This is your fault,” Logan roared. “I trusted you.”
“I’m sorry,” Jacob wheezed.
His face turned red, and he dropped the cell-phone he’d been holding when he’d reentered the apartment, but he didn’t fight back.
“Logan!” Layla yelled. “Let him go. It’s not his fault.”
She tried to push him off his friend, but he wouldn’t budge. Jacob needed to pay for endangering his mate. Mason approached him from behind and tried to pull him off Jacob, but he whipped his head back and broke the man’s nose.
Blood splattered from behind him onto Layla’s cheek and he snapped out of his rage.
He released Jacob and he man bent over, gasping for air. He and Layla rubbed the man’s back and he turned and apologized to Mason. The man clapped him on the shoulder and disappeared into the bathroom.
Jacob continued to suck in big gulps of air as his body healed his bruised neck. When he could breathe closer to normal, he faced Logan toe to toe.
“I take full responsibility for what happened here today,” Jacob said. “I let my guard down, and allowed harm to come to your mate. I fully regret my actions and I accept any punishment you deem worthy.”
“I might lose her,” Logan whispered.
“I know,” Jacob whispered back. “I’m so sorry.”
“I don’t really blame you,” Logan said, turning toward the window. “It’s just…”
“Terrifying to think of losing her,” Jacob finished.
“Yes,” Logan agreed, looking back at him. “Are we cool?”
“Always.”
They all went back into the bedroom to watch the woman work. Several minutes later, she stood and spoke to him directly.
“Are you her mate?” she asked.
“Yes,” he answered, “but I haven’t changed her and we haven’t completed the ritual.”
“Obviously, dear,” she chastised lovingly. “If you had, we wouldn’t be here right now. The infection is powerful, more powerful than anything I’ve ever seen, and it spread through her body swiftly. You have to change her now, or watch her die. My bonds will only hold for fifteen minutes, so make your choice quickly. Once you start the process, she’ll stabilize and you can take her home until she fully recovers. That should take about three days. Make sure you bring her to me then, or call me if it takes
Wayne Thomas Batson, Christopher Hopper