His wolf paced the cage, anger causing his aggression to rise. But he kept it in check, knowing it would hurt the others in the room.
Makar gave him a sympathetic look and then walked to Roc’s workstation. “Tell me you fucking have something. It’s been more than twenty-four hours.”
“It's not that simple,” Roc said.
“Excuses…excuses…” Rhine laughed.
“You little….”
A beeping sound filled the room. And Rhine whooped, jumping from his chair. “Connect me to the main monitor. We are in.”
“Is he telling me what to do?”
“Do it Roc,” Makar snarled at the alpha.
“Yeah. Do it Roc,” Rhine repeated mockingly. “
Makar turned to the cage. “Do you see what you left me to deal with? I’m surrounded by cups.”
The big screen lit up. Symbols crawled up and down before the home screen of a workstation was displayed. Rhine clicked away on his pad, navigating to the workstation’s settings and information.
“I have the address."
“Roc…” Makar called.
“Already sending out an alert to the alphas,” he said. “They’ll be suited up and ready.”
“Rhine send them the address,” Makar said.
“On it.”
Makar stepped close to the monitor. “Let’s get this fucker.”
The screen blinked, displaying what the user was doing on the workstation. He clicked through files until he came to a folder full of footage.
“What is that?” Makar asked, tilting his head to the side curiously. The footage started to play.
Jamue’s face filled the screen.
“How the fuck is he involved with these guys? He left with that alpha, didn’t he?” Makar turned to the cage, pointing to the screen. “How is he there?”
Hym’s wolf went crazy at the sight of his mate. The cage rattled as he slammed his entire body against the bars.
Metal ground against metal as the door slid off its hinges and hit the large table.
“Oh shit… Hym, listen…”
“Guys, we have a problem,” Rhine said in a tiny voice.
“Yes, we do. We have a damn wolf sizing us up right now,” Makar snapped.
“Not that. They’ve just started a live transmission…and I think that’s the omega in the footage. He came here with Mac, right?” Rhine said.
Jamue’s whimper filled the room. He writhed on a bed, naked and aroused.
“Shit, this is twisted. Is he in heat?” Roc asked.
Hym’s wolf snapped.