My stomach churned even as my blood raged in hate. They hurt him. The sweetest man on earth and they bloodied him.
I started tracing the call, even as Peter and Bentley came rushing back in. With my free hand and part of my brain, I followed the familiar path to initiate communication with my collective.
Five new pictures popped up on the main screen.
"Who the f**k is this?" Turo demanded. I'd never heard his voice so cold. I wanted to cuddle him. Offer some kind of comfort.
You will. Find this f**k and kill him.
I nodded. Yes, I would. For Papa. For Turo. For me. These assholes were messing with my people now. My family. They shouldn't have even tried.
I've got a video call live in my location. I need it tracked and traced with highest accuracy as quickly as possible, I typed
