of another world. The supernatural. If he went to the Redwoods and asked them for help or gave them the information he knew, would they believe him? Or laugh at his face and tell him to go away? Or worse, would they believe him and kill him if they thought he was part of the plot of involving the loss of their loved ones?
Too complicated and strenuous by far. Fuck. He’d have to go in alone and get evidence. More evidence than just the fact he’d seen them in his head. Yeah, because that didn’t sound crazy. His parents and other kids sure had thought so. But this wasn’t about him. Two people who, for some reason he could Find in a way he could with no one else, were in trouble. They needed his help.
That settled it. Josh would go to them, to that old building with its dark basement and hazy surroundings, most likely due to some highly dangerous magic he had no defense for. He would get them out right then if he could, see what he was able to do. But if that didn’t work, he’d get evidence of where they were and find a way to get it to the Redwoods. They were strong werewolves after all. Some of the strongest. Surely they could rescue Reed and the witch if they had help.
Yes, that sounded like a reasonable plan.
Josh stood up and stretched his aching back. Fuck . He rubbed the back of his neck in frustration. He was most likely running to his death. But he couldn’t leave them out there, alone but for each other. No, not when he was an able body who could maybe help. And frankly, it wasn’t like he had anything else to go back to if he didn’t make it. These two were important to him for some reason; he just had to save them and find out why.
Chapter 4
Hannah shivered in Reed’s arms and he held tighter, trying to keep her warm. The temperature outside had dropped dramatically and slowly seeped into the small room. Her little body refused to stay heated in the dank basement. Her cold curves snuggled up to him, as he tried to infuse his warmth into her. His body temperature might be higher than a normal human’s, but no matter what he did, she just couldn’t stay warm.
Hannah sneezed in her sleep, jerking herself awake. Reed laughed at how damn cute she was. Seriously, who sneezed themself awake?
“That wasn’t funny, jerk.” Her small smile and delicate blush belied any harshness in her tone. “Reed, don’t laugh at me. This isn’t any time to laugh.” Her mouth curved a bit more, and she gave him a look like she was trying to hold back her own laughter. Reed wanted to lick the curve of her lips, taste them to see if she carried that honey and bitter apple scent in her pores.
“I’m sorry, dear Hannah.” He tried to put on his best solemn face but barely refrained from laughing. Even though they were stuffed and locked in a basement, he couldn’t help but relish the fact he held her in his arms. The only thing to make it better would be getting out of there. Oh, and if they were naked. But that was just a given.
“You better be. It’s not nice to make fun of a sleeping person.” She sobered. “But thank you for making me want to laugh, even though there really isn’t anything to laugh about here.”
Oh how he wanted to make everything better with a flick of his wrist, to be able to save and protect her. But he couldn’t; there was nothing for him to do. The walls were too enforced, too many of the guards held strength that rivaled his own. Plus, Corbin held weapons no honorable werewolf should hold. If he didn’t have to protect and shield Hannah, he might have been able to do it. But with his mind distracted by the fact he’d found his mate and still felt as though he was missing something, he didn’t feel comfortable risking her life. Reed shook his head. He needed to find a new topic, something that would get their minds off their captivity. The only thing that came to mind and piqued his interest was sitting in his lap,