My blood ran cold. My mind was instantly racing and I fought the urge to get up and run back home. I was certain that they didn’t take him peacefully.
“What do you mean?” I asked, trying hard to remain calm.
Reid’s multicolored eyes watched me closely. He spoke carefully. “Six of them. They ambushed your border patrols and stormed the packhouse. Two casualties—two of theirs. They took Shaun and disappeared. I was told they couldn’t be tracked.”
I was at a loss, in total disbelief. I was confident that my pack handled themselves okay, even moreso with the knowledge that two bloodsuckers were dead. But what about Shaun’s treatment?
“We have to get him back,” I blurted out. I started to get to my feet, but Reid reached out and stopped me.
“We can’t,” he said.
“Why not?” I demanded,
