Alone • Liam Dunbar

Thirty-Four

TW - violence & blood (minor heads up for my sensitive friends <3)

I push people out of my way as I race back to the table, trying to find any sign of where Scott and the others had gone. Fear begins to creep up on me at their absence, and I do my best to try and shove it down before it becomes uncontrollable.

"Jac!"

I turn at the sound of Mason's voice, seeing him struggling to make his way through the crowd of oblivious people. The sheer panic in his eyes and the lack of anyone at his side let me know that he doesn't know where the others are either.

I meet him halfway, my eyes still urgently searching the area as we speak.

"What happened?" I ask.

"Security took Malia and Liam. I tried to stop them but they pushed me down," Mason explains with an edge of guilt in his voice. I don't have time to comfort him, my mind focusing on the lack of mention of a certain Alpha.

"Where's Scott?"

"He said something about shutting off the music and walked off. I haven't seen him. I think he's drunk, too," Mason replies shakily.

I look toward the DJ playing across the courtyard. He didn't stand out much, another face in the crowd, but the smirk he wore as he cranked up the volume of the music told me there was something sinister at play here.

"Frequency," I mutter as the realization hits me.

Dogs and werewolves wouldn't seem like overly similar creatures at first glance, but both have common characteristics, especially when it comes to weaknesses. A dog whistle could affect a True Alpha in the same exact way it could affect a chihuahua. Of course, werewolves have a stronger tolerance to higher frequencies than a whimpering mutt, which is why an entire sound system would be necessary to bring them down.

I focus on Mason again, the shorter boy watching me confusedly. 

"Mason, you need to shut the music off, alright? I know none of this makes sense, but you just have to do it. Some very bad things are going to happen if you don't," I order him sternly. 

There were guaranteed to be assassins here, all of them gunning for Malia, Liam, and Scott. I had to run interference on them, but that also left someone to deal with the music. I couldn't be in two places at once, and I doubted Mason even knew how to punch someone, so I couldnt send him out into the night searching for trouble. 

Mason gawks at me, unmoving. 

"Are you high?" he whispers. 

I sigh, things clearly not going my way tonight. 

I move to pass Mason, settling for hoping I could cut the power to the sound system, and then run like hell to find my supernatural companions before they were slaughtered. Though, that last-minute plan can't come to fruition as Mason stands in my way, not allowing me to drop our conversation with such ease. 

"Liam's my best friend. If someone's trying to hurt him, you need to tell me," he argues. 

Reluctantly, I keep my mouth shut. It wasn't my place to tell Mason about the supernatural, it was Liam's. That was a secret only he could decide to reveal, as it was their bond that would be put at risk if Mason didn't react well. However, I also felt wrong saying nothing at all, because Mason had grown to be my friend, too. 

"Mason, all you need to know is that I swear to you I will never let anyone hurt him," I say strongly. "But I can't do that unless you turn off the music."

Mason nods to himself, processing my words. 

"Okay," he mutters. 

With that, he promptly turns and marches toward the DJ.