“What in the fuck is going on!” Meredith said.
“Sebastian and Donovan are missing. And while I was linked to Dastien—long story—five cazadors broke down the door to Mr. Dawson’s cabin and shot Dastien, Mr. Dawson and Trent with tranqs. Dastien said to run. When I broke the link, Jason was coming into my room. So I got the hell out.”
A stream of curses came from my backseat.
“Tranqs. That’s so damned cowardly,” Chris said.
“?Conchesumá!” Adrian hit the back of my chair.
“Whoa. Let’s not break my car.” What he said registered. “You kiss your mother with that mouth?”
“The word fits the man,” Adrian said.
“Where did you guys come from anyways?” I said.
“We were in the quad walking back to the dorm from the cafeteria when we saw you jump from the window. When Meredith and Shannon followed we figured there’s too much drama on campus today to not see what was going on with you.” Chris squeezed my shoulder. “You’re getting much better at the jumping from the window thing. That leap was a thing of beauty.”
I snorted. “Fourth time’s the charm?”
“Where are we going exactly?” Shannon said.
I sighed. “To my house. Kind of obvious, so we can’t stay long, but we need to regroup and find out what the hell is going on and what they’re planning to do with Dastien and Mr. D. I have a really bad feeling. Sunset isn’t far away and something tells me if we don’t find them before then…” I took a calming breath. “We have to find him.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
I pulled up the driveway. Axel stepped out onto the porch. “You’re home!” I said as I ran toward him.
“What’s goin’ on?” He hugged me tightly and my feet lifted off the ground for a second. “I heard something went down today and wanted to check on you. Why haven’t you called me?”
“It’s been a little intense.” I paused. “You shouldn’t be here. It’s not safe.”
He glanced past me as everyone got out of the car. “Then maybe you shouldn’t have brought home so many wolves with you.”
“Not them, you moron. Something just went down at school. Everything is beyond messed up.”
A girl and a boy about my age stepped onto the porch. They looked enough alike—straight black hair, dark eyes, long straight noses, and full lips—to know they were related.
“Dude. This is not the time for a party,” I said. “You and Mom and Dad need to get the hell out of town. Like yesterday.”
“We know what’s going on, Teresa,” the guy said. His black hair just brushed the tops of his shoulders. He wore relaxed jeans that were ripped at the knee and his light blue guayabera made his skin look a richer brown. “We’re here to help.”
Chris nudged me. “Dude. Your name’s Teresa?”
Typical. My full name is what he pays attention to. I shoved him back. “Shut it.”
Axel put his arm around my shoulders, guiding me to the front door. “Come on. We need to talk.”
I shrugged his arm off. “We don’t really have time for that. I came by to get you guys out of here, and so that we,” I motioned to my group, “could regroup.”
“You have until sunset,” the girl said. She smoothed down the skirt of her hot pink sundress. Her long hair was pulled back into a high pony tail. “Wasting time arguing now won’t save your mate.”
Adrian stepped up next to me and sniffed the air. “?Brujos?”
“Claro,” the guy said. “Venga. Tenemos un poco de información que puede ayudarte.”
Adrian stepped to follow the siblings into my house, but I stopped him. “Can we trust whatever information they have?”
“We don’t have any reason not to trust them,” Adrian said.
Meredith cleared her throat.
“Unless you’re fighting one.” Adrian had the grace to blush a little. “And then all bets are off. But normally, witches and Weres get along fine.”
I thought it over for a second. If they had any information that could help me save Dastien, I couldn’t ignore it.
When I stepped through the door, Mom hugged me tightly. “You can’t call this time, Mom. No one can know where we are. Even if it might be the first place someone would look.”
“Sure.” She kissed my forehead and I saw her worries. Namely me biting my brother. “Can I get anyone anything to eat?” She didn’t wait for a response as she dug through cupboards, piling snacks on the dining room table.
We so didn’t have time for any kind of snacks. God only knew what was happening to Dastien. My skin rippled and I took ten long, deep breaths. Wolfing out in front of my family was not an option.
Food was probably a good call. I grabbed a couple of Oreos. “Thanks, Mom.”
“Why doesn’t everyone have a seat?” Dad said. “And then we can get back to what your cousins came here for.”