“Uh-uh…I need Ollie…”
“Here I am,” Ollie said, moving next to his mate. “What do you want me to do?”
Pointing to the two inhabitants of the cell, Sawyer asked, “Do you know them?”
“Yeah, they’re Theo’s parents…Heather and Wesley.”
“Thanks,” Sawyer muttered, then silently saying the words required, he cloaked both of them. “Okay…it’s safe; you can go in.”
Mac yanked on the cell door, only to find it locked. “We need a key.”
“Here, let me try,” Dylon said. Grabbing the door, he pulled on it, but other than a loud rattling sound, nothing happened. “Fuck!”
“Hey, remember my cloaking won’t hide that noise,” Sawyer murmured.
“Yeah…we've got to find the key,” Dylon said quietly. “It’s probably hanging on a nail.” After several moments of searching, he had to admit defeat. He concluded the key was with their jailer; it wasn’t anywhere in the basement. Returning to the cell door, he studied it, looking for a weakness that would allow his strength to open it without noise. “Damn. Zane, you'd better take Mac in using your power. I’m gonna make noise no matter what I do.”
“I can do two at a time, so who else do you want me to take?” asked Zane.
“Better take Colton,” Dylon replied.
“Got ya,” Zane said.
“Wait a minute!” Ollie stared at the lock for a moment before murmuring to Mac, “I can unlock it.”
“You know how to pick locks?” asked Dylon, glancing at Ollie.
“Uhmm…no, but…”
Mac stared at Ollie for a moment before he said, “Your gift. Right?”
“Uh-uh.”
Glancing at Dylon, Mac said, “Ollie has the gift of Silent Zephyr.”
Raising an eyebrow, Dylon exclaimed, “No shit!”
“You know what it is?” asked Mac.
“Sure do,” Dylon said. “Go ahead…it’ll be faster to get Heather and Wesley out of here if you can unlock the cell door.”
Nodding once, Ollie summoned his power, disappearing in an instant. Once he was in his zephyr form, he headed for the keyhole of the lock. Entering it, he increased the power of the wind, forcing the tumblers to fall into place. Then exiting, he reappeared next to Mac and said, “It’s open.”
Unsure whether to believe Ollie, Dylon grasped the door and pulled, grinning when it opened. “Fuckin’ A!, Ollie. Good on you!”
Shaking his head in astonishment, Mac grabbed his medical bag and walked inside the cell. Stopping in front of the small bed, he studied his patients, deciding to examine Wesley first since he was closest. “Ollie,” he murmured, “see if you can wake up your uncle…seeing a face he knows will be easier on his body.”
Colton joined Mac on his other side and, after seeing Wesley close up, muttered, “He’s skin and bones. I don’t think he can shift even if he wanted to.”
Ollie bent down and shook his uncle’s shoulder tentatively, but when Wesley didn’t respond, he shook him harder. “Uncle Wes,” he said softly, “wake up…it’s me, Ollie. We’re here to take you and Aunt Heather home to Theo.”
Wesley growled at the interruption of his dream about the happy time he and his wife were having with their son. It was too early for the Alpha to want them, so he moved closer to Heather, burying his nose in her hair. Even in his sleep, her scent never failed to remind him of the day he first scented her, and from that moment on, he was smitten. And now, years later, he was just as much in love with her as he had been then. Sighing, he tightened his arms around her, pulling her close to him.
Ollie glanced at Mac. “He won’t wake up.”
“Let me,” Mac murmured, leaning down until his mouth was next to Wesley’s ear. Then, raising his voice, he yelled, “Wes…get up…your wife needs you.”
In a flash, Wesley shot up, his eyes wildly searching until they landed on Heather. “What the heck?” he muttered. Touching her gently, he was relieved to see she was still breathing. Closing his eyes, he lay back down, muttering to himself about bad dreams.