“We’re wasting time,” he snapped. “Can we just get on with the plan?”
Anger flashed in Jax’s gaze and for a couple of heartbeats, Ryon thought they were about to get into it. Nick didn’t intervene, simply watched and waited. Even Aric, the smartass, went silent. But then his friend relented, albeit reluctantly. “Fine. But if you pass out, I’m not carrying your stubborn ass back to the vehicles.”
“Like nobody’s had to carry you before,” he shot back. Jax had no comeback, and the decency to appear contrite.
The tension gradually dissipated as Nick brought them up to speed. “I contacted the rangers’ station and learned some interesting things. First, the woman we’re looking for is probably Daria Bradford. She’s a wildlife biologist studying the wolf population in the Shoshone—the real kind.”
Daria. What a pretty name. Ryon’s insides fluttered, but he hid his reaction.
Micah snorted. “Wolves? How’s that for irony?”
“They’re also not too concerned about her just yet. Miss Bradford checked in with the rangers this morning as scheduled, and gave them the coordinates for her next campsite. She’s not due to call in for another few hours.”
“So how did you explain the inquiry?” Ryon asked.
“I told them I’d heard a call over the radio on my office from someone in distress. Of course, they were baffled that they didn’t hear anything, but they were too distracted by another development to focus too much on the discrepancy.”
“What’s going on?”
“A couple of campers have gone missing, a man and his wife from Nebraska who are, or were, here on vacation.” Nick’s expression was grim. “They arrived eight days ago, according to a daughter who spoke with them by cell phone before they settled in. The couple didn’t check in with the rangers when they got here, though. They were only supposed to camp for four nights, and then head home, calling their daughter when they left. They never made that call and by the morning of the sixth day, she started to panic.”
“So, Search and Rescue is already out there, looking for them,” Ryon mused. “This could complicate our effort to find the biologist.”
Nick shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. We’ll stay out of their way, but it won’t hurt for us to keep an eye out for the missing couple while we’re looking for Miss Bradford. We’ll definitely have to be cautious about shifting with extra people combing the forest. Don’t let out your wolf, or panther,” he said, nodding to Kalen, “unless absolutely necessary.”
“Are we taking a Huey?” Aric asked, gesturing to the big helicopter.
“Yes,” Nick confirmed. “If we find the woman, we’ll need to get her back here as fast as possible because she’s gravely injured.”
Aric frowned. “Why not just let the humans take her in? Ryon said it would take the rescue team too long to mobilize, but considering that they’re already out there, wouldn’t that make more sense?”
Ryon opened his mouth to protest, but Nick beat him to the punch. “Are you questioning my orders?”
The redhead blinked. “No, sir. Just asking.”
“Good. Trust me when I say it has to happen this way.”
“Yes, sir,” he drawled. “You’re the PreCog.”
“Smart of you to remember. You’ll pilot, take Micah and the medical team with you. There’s a sufficient place to land about a mile from where Miss Bradford last made camp. The medical team will hike with us. You and Micah stay with the copter unless you hear different.”
Aric didn’t look pleased to be left out of the search, but he didn’t argue. Maybe he figured he’d pushed Nick enough. “Will do.”
The commander handed Aric the coordinates, then addressed the group. “Ryon, Jax, Kalen, A.J., Rowan, Hammer, and I will take the two new Range Rovers. We’ll park as close as we can to the landing site and hike to her last camp, then go from there. Any questions?”
After so many years together, they knew the drill. Even the two relative newbies, Kalen, their Sorcerer/panther shifter, and A.J. Stone, a human who’d once been a police officer and was a damned fine sniper, pulled their weight as though they’d been with the Pack forever. They all moved like the proverbial well-oiled machine.
They loaded into the vehicles, Ryon behind the wheel of one of the Rovers. He watched as the blades of the Huey started to whirl, and the roof of the hangar began to slowly slide open to allow it to take off. When it lifted from the ground, the noise was deafening. The sight never failed to awe him. Aric could pilot almost anything with an engine and, being a Telekinetic, plenty of objects that didn’t to boot.
After the copter cleared the building and swept away, the roof began to close. Ryon took the lead, driving out of the hangar and onto the private road leading from the compound. They’d have a couple of security gates to pass through, their property being restricted to outsiders, and then they’d take one of the main roads normally used only by park officials. Beside him, Nick punched the campsite’s coordinates into the GPS.
The drive took almost half an hour. Too long. Inside him, his wolf paced anxiously, straining to get on with the hunt for the woman. Daria. With difficulty, he shut off the questions churning in his mind because the answers didn’t matter right now.
“I wish Zan and Phoenix had been able to come along,” Jax said from the back.
Ryon glanced at him in the rearview mirror. “Me, too. It sucks that they’re out of commission.”
“Yeah. But hopefully they’ll be good as new when they get back from their vacations.”
Zander Cole was a black wolf, the team’s Healer, and also Jax’s best friend. Zan was sorely missed as a friend, but more than that, his skills were often crucial in the field when they incurred severe injuries. But Zan had been badly hurt himself a few weeks ago, when the Unseelie king Malik had tried to destroy them all. Kalen had unleashed the full fury of his Sorcerer’s power, killing Malik, but Zan sustained a head injury in the blast that had left him deaf and suffering from terrible headaches as a result.
After that horrible nightmare, Nick had granted them all well-earned vacation time and they’d spent the past few weeks rotating out so they weren’t all absent at once. Soon, Zan and Phoenix would return and all would get back to normal—whatever normal meant to them.
Using the rangers’ service road, Ryon managed to get them all the way to the flat clearing where the Huey rested. Once they’d parked a safe distance from the copter, they unloaded the backs of the Rovers and divided among themselves the packs that contained rescue equipment such as harnesses, ropes, pulleys, and a carrying basket for the injured party. There was a bunch of other stuff they might not need, but it was best to be prepared.
He saw Mac, Melina, and Noah jump from the copter and shoulder their backpacks filled with first-aid supplies. The trio joined them and waited for Nick’s instructions.
“We’ll stay together until we reach Miss Bradford’s last camp. Then we’ll fan out and do a sweep in the direction of her next site. She told Ryon she was pushed into a ravine, which means she went off the trail at some point. Stay sharp. You all know what signs to look for.” He paused. “And one other thing—be alert for whoever, or whatever, attacked the victim. We don’t want any more nasty surprises. Christ knows we’ve had enough of those,” he muttered, gesturing for them to move out.
Ryon couldn’t agree more. All of his senses were wide open as they walked, scanning the area for anything that didn’t belong. Especially the damned ghosts, who never left him alone and yet were strangely absent today. Could be that no one had died in this area in the past few years, if ever, but that typically didn’t make a difference. Spirits were drawn to him and would travel from far and wide to try to communicate with him.