Blood Rights [Wicked River 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Gabrielle Evans

appendage to Casey’s mouth. Apparently, there had been a lot more than sleeping going on in that barn since their arrival. It was kind of nice to see relationships flourish in even the darkest of places, and Mission Landing was becoming the deepest of those dark recesses.
    Casey would live to fight another day, but something wasn’t right. Something was missing. With a sense of dread that settled in his stomach like a ball of ice, he suddenly realized what was wrong. Shifting for the fourth time that night, he stayed on his hands and knees, panting for air as he searched Moira’s face for answers.
    “Where’s Koba? Where is he, Mo?”
    A single tear trickled down her cheek, and she looked out toward the main road at the end of the driveway. “He took him.”
    “Who took him?”
    “I tried to stop him, but then Casey got hurt, and there were so many Walkers.”
    “Moira!” Scrambling to his mate, Brock cupped her face in both hands, forcing her to look at him. “Snap out of it and tell me. Who took Koba?”
    “Rip. It was Rip and…”
    Brock brushed his thumbs over her cheeks, impatient but trying to rein it in. “And who? I’m going to get him back, but you have to tell me.”
     

Chapter Nine
     
    “Why are we sitting here?” Moira paced the living room, waving her hands around in agitation. “We have to go!”
    “Where are we going? Do you know where they took him? Do you have a plan to get him back?” Brock wasn’t trying to be harsh, and he wanted Koba back just as much as Moira did. There was very little they could do without a plan of attack, though.
    His father was a mean bastard, but he was also cunning. It would take more than a wish and a prayer to get Koba back and defeat Steven Lancaster. Brock needed as much information as he could get before even attempting it. Otherwise, he’d end up getting them all killed.
    “We sniff them out, drain them dry, and bring our mate back here. Seems pretty easy to me.”
    “I know you’re scared, but we have to be smarter than that. If my dad took him, it’s because he wants him for something. Koba is safe for now.”
    Joss entered the living room from the hallway and dropped down on the sofa beside him. He plucked at the white T-shirt covering his chest and shrugged. “I borrowed some clothes. Hope that’s okay.”
    “No problem. How’s Casey.”
    “Sleeping. He’ll be fine, though. I put him in the spare bedroom.”
    “Any ideas why my dad would want Koba?” It wasn’t that he was insensitive to Casey’s injuries, but he needed answers ten minutes ago.
    “Isn’t it obvious?” Joss looked at him like he was a few bricks shy of a load. “Koba’s an omega. He’d be invaluable if your dad needed to control some people. Like Shadow Walkers.”
    “Or the pack,” Moira added, still walking a hole in the carpet as she chewed on her thumbnail. “Does anyone care to tell me what the hell happened out there in the woods?”
    “You shifted.”
    “Really? I never would have known.”
    Brock bit the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling, but damn, his girl was sexy when she was pissed. “You shifted into a demon.”
    Moira growled and threw her hands up in the air. “I meant right before I passed out! I could hear everyone inside my head. I could hear what they were thinking.”
    “It’s one of your powers,” came a very weak, hoarse response from behind them.
    Spinning around just as Casey emerged from the hallway, Brock barely dodged Joss’s foot as the beta jumped over the back of the sofa and ducked under Casey’s arm. “What are you doing? You’re supposed to be resting.”
    “I’ll rest when I’m dead.” Holding on to his side, he allowed Joss to help him to the recliner but shooed him away once seated. “Stop hovering, babe. I’m fine.”
    “So, uh, when did this happen?” Brock waved a hand between the two of them.
    “The night we got here. I’ll give you a blow by blow if you want, but my mate is fine. I think we