“Son, it’s Douglas.”

Yogi Kane scowled at the road ahead and adjusted his Bluetooth earpiece.

Why was the chief calling him? His mind leapt to the worst-case scenario and he yanked on the steering wheel, pulling his Jeep over to the side of the road.

“Are Sal and Sammy all right?”

He’d talked to his younger sister and brother just yesterday. Everything had been fine, but he knew from experience things could change in an instant.

“Yes, they’re okay. It’s not them.”

He exhaled a pent-up breath. “What’s going on? Is it Connell or Mara?”

The chief’s children were his closest friends. They had stuck with him through his family’s recent troubles, making a show of their friendship and giving him and his siblings their unconditional support. Not everyone in the pack had been so generous.

Douglas paused. “Actually, this is about one of the Averys.”

The Averys. If there was a werewolf equivalent to the Hatfield and McCoy feud, it was the conflict between his family and the Averys. His father had railed and ranted about them for years…

“Yogi, you still there?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m sorry. What’s going on?”

“Do you remember the girl Santiago married? The human named Sheri? She’s missing, presumed dead.”

“That’s fucked up,” Yogi said, wondering where Douglas was going with this.

He only met Sheri once. She was a quiet and timid woman, small in stature. Jessup Avery’s son, Santiago, had taken her as a mate a few years ago. Santiago had died unexpectedly last year while doing another tour as a ranger, but Yogi didn’t know anything about him or his family beyond that.

“They have a baby boy,” Douglas continued.

“They do?”

“We need you to look for them.”

“Me?”

“Logan thinks they’re near you.”

Logan, the Air Elemental and Connell’s mate, had a freaky way of finding things out. Part witch and part force of nature, she could do impossible things—crazy shit Yogi had only seen in superhero movies. And that’s coming from a werewolf.

Yogi had seen proof of Logan’s skill and magic firsthand. If she said he was near Sheri and her kid, then he probably was. Of course, with her powers, she could literally fly anywhere, so why did they need him?

“Is Logan on her way to swoop in to save the day?” Did she need backup? Was Connell unable to help her for some reason?

“She and Connell are somewhere in Eritrea. They can’t drop what they’re doing to come. I’m afraid this is on you.”

Yogi swore under his breath. As comforting as it was that his alpha still had some faith in him after what had happened, he’d literally just left home. If he found Sheri and her kid, he’d end up having to take them to their pack.

So much for escaping…

“Yogi.”

“Where do I go?’

“Logan gave me two places to check. The first should be just a few miles from where you are now.”

* * *

Sheri had been dead at least a day by the look of it. Yogi found her small compact off the highway and down a steep embankment. The vehicle had slammed into a tree amid some dense shrubbery, hiding it from the sight of the vehicles passing on the road above.

There was no sign of Oliver, Sheri’s eighteen-month-old son.

The baby had survived the crash. His scent was strong in the trees around the car, but it died abruptly a half mile from it. The trail ended just a few dozen feet from a smaller access road that branched off the highway.

Someone had found Oliver. Whether that person had anything to do with the accident had yet to be determined.

While any road was potentially dangerous, the one Sheri had driven off was well lit with a decent railing along the edge. The lack of skid marks suggested she might have fallen asleep at the wheel—or she’d had no time to react and brake when another car forced her off the road.

Sheri’s car was too much of a mess to know if it had been struck by another vehicle, but there were a few bits of orange plastic on the asphalt. It was the kind that came from a headlight. Two cars had collided on this road, but he couldn’t say when it had happened.

Somehow, Logan had known the baby wouldn’t be here. It was why she’d given him two vague locations, not one. He’d assumed she simply hadn’t been sure of her information, which sometimes happened. But at least he had a second chance to find the kid.