The Search For Dakota Thompson

Chapter 14:

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Draft Entry TwentyTwo
03/30/20
Calissa Thompson
Williamson Co' Publishers
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"He needs you."

He needed us then, and I need them now. Only if I knew what happened to him. Where in this world is he? Wherever he is, I hope to God he's okay, because he needs to be okay, for the both of us.

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The next 10 minutes was a blur to me. From the moment Kody burst through the door; Jess, Tom, Ari and Henry were at full attention.

They were loyal and true, they trusted James with their lives most of the time, and he never, not once let them loose faith in him.

They waited for his next move while I held onto the end of every word.

It was as if he knew exactly what Lykan needed without Kody telling him so.

I don't doubt it. In a pulse he was calling names, giving orders all with a collected expression.

The usual temperatures of 80 Fahrenheit was evident in the air, it was the first day of July. James opened the door and the warm air filled the narrow corridor straight away, blowing Jess' long hair behind her, towards Nate and I.

"Tom." Westbrooke called over his shoulder, "I need you and Jess to go around."

"How many?" Tom asked, placing a hand on Jess' shoulder, to which she cleared her throat.

"Right now, 4. No doubt there's more on the way. Where's Dakota?"

Looking back, I thought he was behind Nate. "Go get him." James addressed.

"Who?" I asked?

"Nathaniel. Cali, you're with me."

There was a heartbeat length pause before James snapped his fingers, "Go."

They left, and I was took back 4 years. It was just me and James. "What now?"

He turned to face me, placing a handgun in my palm, a smirk pulling at his lips, an almost guilty light in his eyes. "Now, we save his sorry ass."

I didn't have any idea what he meant, until I caught a glimpse of what was outside.

Lykan was in what I recognised as a stand off. His gun raised, the shirt he was wearing ripped, half his face was bleeding, the other half was badly bruised.

Four men I didn't recognise with their guns raised also. Just at the sight of the situation I could recall the dull ache at my side. Since I was small my pain threshold was quite high, but non the less, it hurt.

"Mettere la pistola verso il basso. (Put the gun down)" Westbrooke stopped, standing on Lykans right. His voice made me realise he was no longer on my left, but had walked into the mess infront of me, gun in hand.

There was a pause between his words before I heard a name I didn't forget, "I'm talking to you Jacobs."

"Bajar el tuyo westbrooke sabes que voy a disparar antes de ha-(Lower yours Westbrooke, You know I'll shoot before you d-)"

"Cali." I heard Kody call from behind me, "Go inside. Ari needs to speak with you. We'll handle this."

I turned to face him, his dark blonde hair swept back from his forehead, mirroring eyes squinting in the light. He was wearing a red and black t-shirt, paired with black track pants and Nike trainers. At least he dresses better than I expected him to.