Frey held a new respect for Rafael. With his cousin focused on Kaya and Sebastian, Frey had taken it upon himself to lead the Clan. Even if Sinclair had been in New Atlanta, Frey would have taken over. He had left Rafael at the hospital with several Goyles standing guard. Jonas had closed off a hallway near the operating room where Kaya was being tended to by Jonas and his team. Caroline had refused to go with the other mates, and Frey was thankful for it. Jonas’s mate was sitting with Priscilla, helping with Sebastian. The little guy was inconsolable. Like he knew something was wrong. Being Rafael’s child, he probably did.
Frey needed Julian to patch through a conference call to all the males whose houses were possibly being targeted, but Julian had his hands full with not only his own home but also the lab. So far, only Jasper’s, Nik’s, and Malakai’s homes had been hit, but Frey figured it was only a matter of time before the others were targeted. And how was Drago choosing who to hit? If it was only their immediate family, they could plan better, but it wasn’t. He couldn’t keep up with all the incoming calls and texts, but he wouldn’t stop answering a single one, even as he drove toward his home. He also wouldn’t stop praying to the gods for a little divine intervention.
Frey had called Remy to get a message to Lachlan since the male didn’t have his own phone. Remy had set up a landline in the conference room Lachlan was using as his office. Frey didn’t envy Remy. He had struggled with his decision on whether or not to send Rain with the others to Samoa, but Rain had a meltdown when Remy talked to his son about him going with Connor and Amelia. Even the prospect of spending time with Molly wasn’t enough to convince the child to leave his father. Rain was still having nightmares from his ordeal with Craven, and in the end, Remy took Rain to the Pen with him, where he set up a cot in the office. Rain was being guarded by Caleb and Aldredge whenever Remy had to leave his son’s side.
By the time he rolled up to his home, Frey had managed to call the others and warn them about the possibility of drones. So far, there had been no more sightings of Unholy, but they couldn’t let their guard down. Dane had his hands full with not only sending response teams to each location, but handling the media as well. They needed to explain why the Unholy were on the loose, targeting certain homes so the rest of the city didn’t panic, but could they truthfully ensure Drago wasn’t going to hit random houses? Frey had no idea what the Greek had planned. Were the four Stone Clan homes the end of it? Or was Drago regrouping for another attack?
Paxton met Frey as soon as he parked his truck. “SITREP?”
Frey gave the former soldier a situation report. Paxton listened intently while scanning the area. When Frey finished, Paxton called out, “Clan, keep your eyes open for drones. If you see one, take it down.”
The males surrounding Frey’s property responded with an affirmative.
Frey studied his home. He and his immediate family had been discussing the possibility of moving. Maybe this was a sign they should do just that. But they couldn’t leave New Atlanta unprotected. Not until Drago and all the Unholy were either in the Pen or dead. And now, Rafael and those whose homes had been destroyed needed somewhere to land until the fight was over. It was a good thing they all had large homes. Hosting their family wouldn’t be a hardship physically. It was the mental wounds he worried about.
Chapter Nineteen
Josie was Explaining what she and Kai endured when he thought she had rejected him when an excruciating pain hit her.
“Gah!” she yelled, grabbing her head.
“Josie? What’s wrong?” Tessa asked.
“It’s… Oh, god. Kai! Something’s wrong. He’s in trouble.” Josie shook with fear and…
Kai? Can you hear me?
“Josie, what’s happening?” Isabelle asked, squatting next to her. The doctor took Josie’s hand, pressing her fingertips to Josie’s wrist.
“Can you hear him?” Tessa asked.
“I’m trying,” she whimpered. The pain eased, bit by bit, until Josie was no longer trembling.
Kai? Please talk to me.
I’m here, Sunshine.
What just happened? I felt your pain.
The Unholy hit our house. I’m sorry, Sunshine.
I’m not worried about the house, Kai. Tell me you’re okay.
I’m fine. The blast threw us back, but we’ll recover quickly. Are you okay? I didn’t realize you’d feel what I do from that far away.
Oh, I felt it. But it’s also easing.
Good. I need to go now.
Please be safe.
I promise.
“Our home was hit. Kai was thrown in the blast, but he’s okay.”
“That’s amazing. Not that you were in pain or that your home was hit, but that you felt it. Your bond is stronger than most,” Isabelle said, still holding Josie’s hand.
“I’m not sure I like it,” Josie admitted.
“Is your house completely destroyed?” Trevor asked.
“He didn’t say, but if it’s anything like what happened to Rafael and Kaya’s, I’m going to assume so. At least we weren’t inside.”
“Looks like we all left just in time,” Sophia said.
“How do you feel?” Isabelle asked.
“Sad. Pissed off. Eager. It’s crazy how quickly the Gargoyles heal. Can any of you speak to your Gargoyle?”
“You mean with our mate or the beast?” Isabelle asked.
“The beast.”
“My shifter can talk to Nik’s,” Sophia answered. “I think we’re all different in how
