Unheard: Book 3 of The Bound Trilogy

Chapter 15

*A/N: Sorry for the long wait.  I know this isn't as long as some of my other chapters, but I am working on the second half of this one.  So please be patient with me.  I started a new job at my local library and I'm still taking care of my kids and homeschooling them.  So, my time is limited on when I can update.  I did, however, want to get something posted for all of you. Happy Reading!*

~Kayla’s POV~

I ran from the building, leaving Leah to deal with the idiots from Alexander’s pack.

Having no idea where I was going I followed the flow of people evacuating the building into the woods, eventually coming upon an encampment.  There were people—wolves—milling around everywhere.  Tents set up here and there—probably for the wounded—people coming in and out.

I wandered around the camp in a fog.  I didn’t recognize any one.  I had to find Lex—make sure he’s okay—then I need to find my brother.  For all I know the people that took us killed him.  My stomach sank at the thought of losing my only family that cared about me and my son.

Quinn…

Where was my little boy?  Was he okay?  Is whoever took him keeping him warm?  So many unanswered questions flowing though my mind in a never ending stream.

First things first, find someone I know.

Just then Evan came into view.

If I’m with him, then I won’t have to worry about some of these wolves taking my presence the wrong way.

“Evan!” I yelled.

His head whipped in my direction, a sheepish smile on his lips.  I wasn’t falling for his innocent act.  The only times he tries to look like a sweet little boy is when he’s done something he shouldn’t have.

Sighing in resignation as he headed my way, I asked, “What did you do Evan?”

If anything, his whole demeanor became more sheepish—uh oh, what did he do?

Stopping before me—head ducked, hands behind his back, right shoe scuffing the dirt—he looked like a little boy caught stealing cookies from his grandmother’s kitchen.  “Evan?”  I stressed.  He looked at me through his eyelashes.  “What did you do?”

A blush stained his cheeks, “Well, um, you see…”

“Spit it out Evan.”

His blush deepened, “I found my mate.”

I was stunned for a moment.  Why would he be acting this way if he found his mate?  I figured he’d be ecstatic, not embarrassed.  “That’s great Ev!  Where is she?  Can I meet her?” I enthused.

“Well, you see, um, that’s just it.”

“What’s it?”

“Um, well, my mate isn’t a ‘she.’  My mate is a ‘he.’”

“Oh.  Okay.  Do I get to meet him then?”

His head ducked down again, and he seemed to shrink in on himself—appearing smaller than his normal six foot frame.

“What did you do Ev?”

“Uh, um,” he cleared his throat.  “I may have—accidentally—marked him without his consent.”

“What!?”  I smacked him on the back of his down-turned head.  “Are you an idiot!?  Where is he?  I need to do some major damage control so he doesn’t try to rip your precious jewels from your body.”

Evan blanched, grabbing his privates, at the thought of his mate possibly removing what makes him a man.

He opened his mouth to answer me, nothing came out as he was distracted by something behind me.  I didn’t think it was possible, but his face went sheet white.

Looking over my shoulder, I saw my brother heading our way with a thunderous expression on his face.  Whipping my head back towards Evan I saw him take a hesitant step back.

“Don’t even think about it,” Cameron practically growled stopping next to me.

No way!  I thought to myself.

The humor of the situation took over as I could barely contain my laughter.  The looks on their faces was priceless.  Evan looked like he was going to pass out, while Cameron’s face showed he wanted to pull Evan over his knee and spank him.  Although come to think of it…Evan may enjoy that just a little too much.

Not able to hold my laughter back anymore, I bent at the waist slapping my knees in my mirth, tears streaming down my face.  Oh, God, this was awesome.  I would have fallen and rolled on the ground laughing had Cameron not grabbed me by my hips to keep me somewhat upright.

Evan growled at the sight of my brother’s hands on me, causing my subsiding laughter to start all over again.

“Are you about done Kay?” my brother’s asked exasperated.

Hiccuping, I tried to catch my breath.  A few giggles escaping every once in a while.  Having myself—reasonably—under control, I straightened in Cameron’s arms.  One look at the pout on Evan’s face and I had to hold my breath to keep from laughing out loud again.  I could only nod my head, answering my brother’s question.

“Good,” he said letting me go.

He stalked his way to Evan who stood hesitantly a few feet from us.  Without any warning, Cameron got down on one knee,dragging Evan over the upraised knee, and started spanking him.  Hard.

It was too much.  Falling to the ground, I was laughing so hard I started to snort and had to try not to pee myself.  This was too hilarious.

The whole situation was so ridiculous that others stopped to see what was going on.  There was guffaws and spontaneous applause as others cheered Cameron on in spanking his mate.

My laughter subsided after a few minutes, leaving me gasping for breath on the ground, tears still streaming down my face into my hair.

Cameron stood over me with Evan in his arms.  “You Okay there, Kay?” he asked with a bewildered look on his face.

I shook my head as my tears from mirth to heartbreak.  “They took him, Cam,” I chocked out between sobs as I curled into a fetal position.  A failed attempt to keep the hurt inside.  “They took Quinn.”

Cameron released Evan gathering me in his arms tears running down his own cheeks as he shared in my grief.

“Shh.  It’s Okay.  We’ll get him back.  Don’t cry.  Shh,” he whispered reassurances in my ear.  But no matter what he said, the tears would not stop falling.

The stress of the past several hours caught up with me as exhaustion threatened to pull me under.  My brother had picked me up and carried me somewhere.  I didn’t care.  I was too numb to think.  I felt a hard surface under me and tingles ran along my arm.

Lex.

My brother had laid me next to my mate in an attempt to calm me down.  Little did he know that even my mate’s touch could not stop the pain of losing my son.

Finally succumbing to the threatening darkness, I fell into a fitful and nightmare filled sleep.