I know I’m speaking to the real Mitch Ericson? I don’t even know what you look like. How do I know the real you will even show up here?” The growl on the other end of the phone raised the hair on the back of her neck and effectively stopped her from asking any more questions.
“Listen, lady, I don’t know who you are, nor do I care. All I care about is Ben. He is the closest thing I have to a brother. I have been searching for him for almost three months now, so if you have any clue as to where he is, I suggest you tell me now, or I will hunt you down and—”
Mitch’s threat was cut off when Jacqueline heard him arguing with a woman in the background. She was tempted to hang up, but the thought of having to keep Ben safe on her own stopped her.
“Okay, lady,” Mitch said, sounding irritated. “My mate says to see if you’re willing to drive here to our home. She seems to think you’ll feel safer knowing I’m allowing you into my home with my pregnant mate and cub here.”
Jacqueline thought about it for a moment. From what she knew about shifters, they were very territorial and protective when it came to their mates and children. If Mitch was willing to let her into his home while they were there, then he must be telling the truth. “Okay. Tell me where you are, and we will come to you.”
She pulled out a map as she listened to Mitch tell her his address. His home was just outside of Flagstaff. The particular bunker they had been staying in was located in southern Colorado. Even with the hour she had already driven—luckily in the right direction— she was still looking at a three-hour drive at least. Jacqueline looked over at Ben. He was still pale, but his breathing was normal. She had managed to get the claw marks on his side to stop bleeding, so at the moment, he wasn’t in danger of bleeding to death. He still needed medical help though, and he had made her promise to trust Mitch.
Taking a breath, she finally answered. “Okay. We should be there in about three hours if all goes well. I will call you back if something happens.” She hung up before Mitch could respond and she broke down and begged him to come get her.
As Jacqueline pulled out of the parking lot, she hoped she wasn’t making a mistake in trusting Ben and Mitch. She had learned at a very young age to depend only on herself. According to her father, her mother had died when she was too young to remember, and her father himself was too caught up in trying to take over the world to pay any attention to her. Whenever he did show her any attention, it was usually to berate her or to yell at her because he wasn’t getting the results he expected. Those rants usually ended with him threatening her life. Needless to say, instead of craving his attention, Jacqueline had learned to stay as far away from it as possible.
Now, she had placed her trust in the hands of a man she knew nothing about all because he had saved her life. No one had ever cared enough about her to do something like that. Even her own father had used her as a human shield. That was the moment she knew she would die at the hands of the man if she didn’t do something to help herself. She was tired of feeling helpless and not in control. She was tired of following orders she knew were wrong and went against everything she believed in, all because she was afraid of what her father would do to her.
Because of the drug she had created for her father, innocent shifters had been turned into nothing more than animals. All of that was on Jacqueline’s hands. The only way to make it right was to find a cure or antidote to the rogue drug. She knew she would never forgive herself for what she had done, but at least she could make it right, and in order to do that, she had to get away from her father. So far, so good. They had managed to escape the bunker without much incident. Now she had to get them to Arizona before her father caught up with them. She had no doubt the man