“Uncle Wes…it’s me, Ollie. Please look at me.”
“Ollie?” Wes muttered. “Where’s Theo?”
“He’s home, waiting for me to bring you and Aunt Heather back…please open your eyes,” Ollie said, lightly shaking his uncle’s shoulder.
His nephew’s voice seemed so real, yet Wesley was sure his mind was playing tricks on him, but if it was, it was a hell of a trick since he could feel Ollie’s hand on him. But that was impossible. There wasn’t any way Ollie could be in the cell with them.
“Wesley,” Mac ordered, “open your eyes. We have to get you and your wife out of here before dawn.”
Used to obeying, Wesley rolled onto his back and opened his eyes. Looking up, he saw a stranger leaning over him. “W-w-who are you?” he asked fearfully.
Pushing Mac aside, Ollie gazed down at his uncle, smiling. “Hey, Uncle…ready to come home?”
“Ollie? Is that really you?” Wes whispered. Then, after rubbing his eyes, he stared up at his nephew. “It is you. I thought you were a ghost.”
Chuckling, Ollie said, “Nope…not a ghost.” Then pointing to Mac, he said, “I want you to meet my mate, Mac. He’s a doctor and wants to examine you to make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m fine,” Wesley growled, sitting up slowly, before shifting his gaze to the man standing next to his nephew. “My nephew’s mate, eh?”
“Yes sir,” Mac replied.
Pushing himself up off the bed, Wesley stood and held out his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“You too,” Mac said. “Ollie has spoken so highly of you and your wife.”
Before Wes could respond, Dylon said, “Mac…time’s a ticking.”
Glancing at Dylon, Mac mouthed ‘sorry’ then turned his gaze back to Wesley. “I have a couple of questions…”
“Go ahead,” Wesley said.
“Are you and Heather able to shift?”
“No.” Wesley shook his head slowly. “The Alpha gives us a daily shot that prevents that.”
“When was the last time you or your wife shifted…that is, if you can remember?”
“A couple of weeks before the Alpha locked us up.”
“That was about five years ago?”
“Maybe…I don’t really know how much time has passed since it happened.”
“And finally, are you being held against your will?”
“Very much so,” Wes said. “The Alpha claims we sold Theo, but I don’t remember doing that…neither does my wife.”
“That’s okay,” Mac said. “Can you walk unaided? What about your wife…can she?”
“I can…but Heather tires easily, so I usually carry her.”
Nodding, Mac said, “I’m going to check your vitals first and then Heather’s, making sure your bodies can survive the trip back to the Blackwood Pack.”
“I don’t understand…why are you taking us there?” asked Wesley.
“That’s where I live,” Ollie said. “And Theo too.”
Wesley’s eyes lit up. “Theodore’s alive?”