Gone with the Wolf - By Kristin Miller Page 0,54

Where he’d taken off to was anyone’s guess.

One thing Drake knew for certain: until Emelia became his Luminary she was still in Silas’s sights. Killing Emelia before Drake bonded with her would be easy for Silas. There would be no one to answer to but Drake, and little consequence among their pack. Attacking Emelia after they bonded, however, would be a declaration of war. Silas would be seen as threatening their Alpha’s woman, and that wouldn’t be tolerated. If Silas attacked Emelia after they bonded, it’d be suicide.

“And?” Drake asked.

“We tracked Silas’s plane to Colorado yesterday afternoon. Twenty packmates disembarked, including Silas. They boarded another private plane, flew north over the Canadian border, then veered west.”

“They knew we were tailing them,” Drake said, his insides coiling tighter and tighter.

“Yes, sir.” Raul leaned back in his chair and tapped his pen nervously against the table. “They landed in Vancouver early this morning, then split up to confuse us. Half of his group boarded one plane and departed for London with a final destination of Greece. The other half boarded a second plane that didn’t have a flight plan recorded. We have men stationed in Vancouver questioning traffic controllers for possible intel.”

“Damn it.” Drake’s insides flared with anger. Clenching his fists, Drake stood and paced in front of the wall made of windows. The sky was smothered with gray clouds that drenched the city in dreary blurs of rain. “Which plane did Silas board?”

Raul shook his head slowly and swallowed hard. “One of our packmates claimed to see Silas board the Greece-bound plane, but upon further questioning, his certainty wavered.”

“Damn it, Raul!” Drake spun around, his teeth chattering with pent-up rage. The wolf inside him rattled his bones, threatening to burst free. “That’s not good enough! I want Silas found and I want him found now!”

Windows shook. The floor vibrated. They were nothing compared to the shock waves rolling through Drake’s middle. He wanted Silas to pay with blood for attacking Emelia.

“Until Emelia makes her decision, she’s in danger, Raul.” Drake spat the words. “Alert the entire pack.”

“Our best packmates are guarding her now, another two are stationed outside her apartment, and the others in the area have been informed to keep an eye out for suspicious werewolf activity from neighboring packs.”

“Good.” Drake’s mind raced. “It’s nearly eight. Is everything ready?”

Silas had demanded a conference call with Drake at eight sharp. Drake had wanted to tell his brother to fuck off. That trying to kill Emelia might not have been a declaration of war, but it didn’t matter—Silas had crossed the crazy line. But Drake couldn’t pass up an opportunity to get a read on where Silas might be. He was probably calling midflight, but the sound of a mumbling packmate in the background or the slip of a pilot announcing their destination might be all it would take to reveal his location. He was looking for something. Anything.

“Everything’s set,” Raul said. “All our bases are covered.”

“Damn well they better be.”

Drake glanced at the wall to this right, the one filled with six very blank flat-screen televisions. The instant the clock ticked over to 8:00 a.m., the large screen in the center of the wall flickered to life. Silas’s head and shoulders crowded the screen, making Drake feel like he was looking in the bathroom mirror. While Silas’s hair was the same color as Drake’s, dark like an oil slick, it was a bit shorter and didn’t reach his ears. His jaw was just as square as Drake’s, his brows just as thick, his shoulders just as broad. Only the tiny indention on Drake’s left ear marked a difference between the twins, and most people never noticed.

“Brother,” Silas greeted with a slippery smile. “Good to see you.”

“Wish I could say the same.”

Silas’s smile dropped. “Down to business already? I haven’t seen you in years and you can’t find a ‘howdy, brother’ in you anywhere? Pity.”

“You attacked an innocent woman. You think I’m going to kiss your ass and play nice simply because we share the same genes? Wouldn’t count on it.”

“Oh, she’s far from innocent,” Silas said, his dark eyes shadowing over. “We both know what she is. I felt your connection to her the instant you did.”

“I want you to leave Emelia out of this.” The fire in Drake’s gut kindled with hatred. “How could you stoop so low, brother? How could you do it?”

They’d been close growing up, more than friends, more than brothers. They’d been inseparable. All it took