The Triplets' Rejected Disabled Mate Chapter 134

Colt's POV

Seventy rogues had crossed the border. Sixty-eight were accounted for.

Two were missing.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Grey linked me.

"Are you sure it was seventy rogues?" Sam asked.

"I am positive!" I answered. "I could feel every one of them."

"And now?" Grey asked. "How many can you feel?"

"Where are the other two?" Sam asked.

That was the problem. I could feel every wolf moving inside the pack, but I could pinpoint where they were.

The rogues had a certain unfamiliar and unwanted aura around them, whereas my pack members had a calm, wanting, and belonging aura.

Sam came closer to me, and my gaze moved over his light gray fur, now stained red. He had killed more rogues in the last half an hour than any other warrior or guard in my pack.

He was a killing machine on four paws, and it was amazing to see how Luka ripped and clawed the rogues apart effortlessly.

Ten rogues managed to get away, barely alive. Forty-six had been killed, and the warriors were stacking them to get burned; two rogues were unaccounted for; and twelve were captured and were on their way to the dungeon.

"I don't know!" I said, shaking my head. "I have a bad feeling about this! They were never part of the group; they entered from the opposite side of the pack."

"Do you think they did that to create a diversion?" Grey asked.

"I don't know!" I said. "I can feel them still moving inside the pack. They haven't fled."

"We will find them," Sam said, sounding confident. "They don't belong here!"

"Do you know if Kate made it to the safe house?" Grey suddenly asked.

We have been so busy chasing the rogues off our territory that the thought of my youngest brother and mate hasn't crossed my mind.

"No," I said. "I thought David might have linked you."

"He hasn't!" Grey said, and worry spiked my insides.

"Where are you now?" I asked. We had been separated in the fight.

"Heading toward the dungeon," Grey said. "I have unfinished business with these rogues and need answers."

That meant we were closer to the pack house.

"I can't get hold of David," Sam said. "His link is close, and I feel a bit funny."

"Funny, how?" Grey asked, beating me to it.

"Panicked," Sam said. "Cold, worried; my stomach feels twisted like something bad has happened or is happening!"

"Kate!" I gasped over the link. "Why didn't you say something earlier?"

"How long did you have the feeling?" Grey asked as I started off to the pack house.

"Just now," he said. "But it is very intense, as if something had already happened, and..."

I didn't let Sam finish. My emotions had spiraled out of control, and worry filled my insides. I wasn't able to focus, and Ray took control and darted through the forest as fast as we possibly could.

The run would take me about five minutes and eight for Sam. He had run after me, trying to keep up.

Snarls echoed through the quiet forest.

"F*ck!" Sam gasped over the link. "Did you hear that?"

"Yeah," I said. "Keep your eyes open. We are not alone."

Ray pushed forward, and about a minute away from the pack house, he came to a slower jog.

"What's wrong, big guy?" I asked.

Ray lifted his muzzle into the air and took a whiff of the air.

"We are not alone," Ray said.

Ray slowly walked forward toward the exit of the forest, his nose still in the air.

A familiar scent filled my nostrils, and I narrowed my eyes, yet it had a burning sensation added.

"Why does the scent smell so familiar?" I asked.

"Because it's someone we know," Ray answered.

"Brian?" I asked.

Ray shook his head. "No, I would recognize that mutt's scent anywhere!"

"One of our old pack members?" I asked. That would be an easy win.

"If you are referring to Amy," he said. "The rogue isn't female."

Ray stopped, and his ears moved from side to side while listening.

"What's going on?" Sam asked, catching up.

"Ray found one of the rogues," I linked.

"Where?" Sam asked, and Luka lifted his nose in search of the scent.

"Up ahead," I said.

"Why does he smell like Ethan?" Sam asked, confused. "Did Ethan decide to go rogue? Who will be running his pack?"

My blood ran cold as I remembered Ethan's last words.

Did he decide to return this quickly to try and claim Kate?

Did my mother lie about Ethan's returning to his pack? Or did he change his mind and lie to my mother?

"F*ck!" I growled, turning furious. "The two missing rogues must be Brian and Ethan, and they are here to claim Kate!"

Sam growled and started forward, but I blocked him off.

"Wait!" I said. "This is too easy. Ethan must have been waiting for us."

"So he must have a plan," Sam said, completing my thoughts.

"Else he would have attacked," I added.

"So, what's the plan?" Sam spat angrily.

"Ethan seems to be alone," I said. "Which means Brian must have gone after Kate."

"So, what do you suggest?" Sam asked.

"You take Ethan," I said. "Leave Brian for me."

Sam wanted to argue, but I cut him off.

"This is not negotiable; it's an order," I said. "Kate and David are in trouble. I am faster than you and can reach Kate in a minute and hold Brian off. You are stronger. When you are done with Ethan, come help."

Luka nodded his huge head with a cold smile. He had been looking forward to ripping Ethan's wolf apart.

We both pushed forward, finding Ethan's gray and his black wolf, Kylo, standing at the edge of the forest, looking at something below. He kind of looked distracted.

My heart skipped a beat when my gaze landed on Kate with a look of horror on her face. She was pleading and crying hysterically. Her face was covered in blood.

What happened down there?

Were they ambushed?

My eyes caught movement a couple of feet away from Kate, and my gaze snapped toward that.

A cold feeling ran down my spine as I recognized the brown wolf as Haiti, holding Stark, David's wolf, around his neck.

How the hell did that happen?

Sam's gaze fell on the same scene as mine, and he rushed forward, stepping on a twig.

Kylo turned his massive head and pounced forward.

Sam blocked him off, giving me a window to escape and to go help David fend Haiti off.

But between the snarls, roars, and pleading, an unfamiliar wolf came out of nowhere and knocked Haiti from his paws, but the name that escaped my mate's quivering lips was so unexpected that for a moment I thought I was dreaming...

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