Chapter 111: Jax: Hope Is All We Have

"Jax!" Wyatt called.

I jumped down from the top of the tree I'd been sitting in and landed gracefully on the balls of my feet. "Where the hell have you been?"

Wyatt and his sister disappeared last night after leaving the cabin, and I hadn't seen or heard from either one of them - until right now. Wyatt wasn't one to miss war planning sessions. I swore he thrived on the excitement and danger.

"Whitney and I went to visit Macaih." He shoved his hands into his pockets. "Figured he might have some information or contacts who might be able to help."

Macaih was the single oldest vampire any of us knew, and he was Wyatt's sire. The three of them shared a tight bond. Macaih was also a close friend of my father's, and while he'd always been reliable, I wasn't sure I fully trusted him. He did, after all, get involved with Ivy Rose at one time.

"And?" I asked when Wyatt remained quiet.