Kadence’s fingers played across the marks on the map as she spoke. “Because my dream last night had a sense of finality to it, and I knew this is where the visions have been leading me.”
Saxon studied the circle in New York. “And what did you see in this last vision?”
“The town sign, and then it switched to a cabin in the center of a clearing. Light shone from the windows of the cabin, and it had a farmers porch. The interlocking logs of the cabin were a light wood color, and there was a large, snow-covered field behind it.”
Like a million other cabins in the world. Saxon kept the words to himself as he studied the map and then Kadence. She had to know trying to find a cabin in the mountains would be like looking for a needle in a haystack. Granted, it wouldn’t be a huge haystack as they had a general location, but she was the only one who knew the exact appearance of this cabin.
“And why is this cabin important?” Nathan prodded.
“I don’t know,” Kadence said. “I only know something has been guiding me to this town. Why? I have no idea. What’s there? Not a clue. There could be another bunker Joseph established to hide out in before he died, it could be a group of Savages, it could be vampires, or it could be nothing.”
“You don’t believe that,” Ronan said.
“No, I don’t. There’s something there; I just don’t know what.” She bit her lip as she stared at the circle. “Once we get to the town, I might—”
“I think it’s best you stay here,” Ronan interrupted.
Kadence turned toward him, and Saxon could see her gearing up for an argument, but Ronan spoke before she could. “We have no idea what is up there; it could be something dangerous, and I don’t want you involved.”
“I’m already involved in it; I’m the one who saw the cabin.”
“And someone else can find it,” he said.
“But they won’t know what it looks like.”
“I think you’ve described it well enough.”
Saxon clamped his mouth shut against the snort of laughter he almost released. One thing he’d learned since Ronan and Kadence became mates was not to interfere in their relationship. Ronan was usually pretty in control, but anything having to do with Kadence could push him to a breaking point.
“I have not,” Kadence said.
“Someone else will find it,” Ronan insisted. “Besides, the baby is going to be here soon, and you don’t want to miss it, do you?”
Low blow, but Saxon had to admire Ronan’s use of the baby to derail her. They would have fought over this for hours, and Saxon could see it resulting in them being sent out to find this cottage without Kadence’s knowledge. Ronan would have paid dearly for it, and Saxon would have preferred to be locked in a room while someone blasted disco for twenty-four hours than be in Ronan’s shoes, but Ronan would have sent them.
“The baby,” Kadence murmured as she turned to Vicky and her brother. “I could probably find it in a couple of days.”
“Don’t worry,” Declan said. “We’ll find it. Won’t we, Lucien?”
Lucien rolled his eyes. “Yeah, it should be easy to locate a cabin in the mountains.”
“It won’t be any problem at all,” Saxon lied.
“We’ll come with you,” Asher said and waved a hand at Logan who nodded.
“Be careful. I didn’t see anything bad there, but….” Kadence shrugged as she held up her hands in a helpless gesture. “But I don’t know what’s there.”
“We’ll be fine,” Saxon assured her
And now, sitting in the middle of nowhere, he wished he was sleeping in his bed or preferably someone else’s. He hated the cold, and this place looked as inviting as Antarctica.
Chapter Two
“How many cabins with farmers porches do you think there are in this town?” Lucien asked.
“More than I care to know about,” Logan said.
“We’ll find out later,” Declan said.
Asher folded the map and tucked it away. “Maybe we should have agreed to more help.”
“No,” Saxon said. Ronan and Killean had offered to come too, but they needed them at the compound. “Until we know if we have a mole, we can’t afford to have too many fighters away from the compound. There are too many women and children there to risk it.”
“Especially since this could be nothing more than a wild goose chase,” Lucien said.
“Doubtful,” Logan murmured.
Saxon agreed; he didn’t know what drew Kadence here, but it had to be something significant.
“It’s been over six months since Joseph died; don’t you think if there were a mole amongst us, his followers would have found and attacked us by now?” Asher asked.
“There’s a reason the Savages kept finding Killean,” Saxon murmured, but he agreed with Asher.
After Joseph’s death, Saxon assumed his followers would scatter and become disorganized, but that hadn’t been the case. Whenever they encountered Savages, the bastards were still grouped together and lethal in a way they hadn’t been before Joseph started organizing them.
Which meant someone else was pulling the strings now, and Saxon suspected there had always been a more significant player behind the scenes. Maybe that player was the strange being Killean encountered when he infiltrated Joseph’s camp to get Simone back.
He said he suspected it was an ancient-turned-hunter because of the creature’s eye color, but the hunter elders had spent months pouring through their history in search of such a thing and come up with nothing. However, that didn’t mean a turned hunter hadn’t happened before Kadence; it might not have been documented, and an ancient-turned-hunter who became a Savage would be a powerful enemy.
“Once we know the location of all the cabins, we should split up and go to them,” Lucien said. “It will go faster that way.”
“Are we all going to walk?” Logan asked.
“There was a car rental place in the last town we went through. We’ll go back there tomorrow, rent some cars, and start searching. Hopefully, we’ll be out of here in a day or two.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” Logan started the vehicle and pulled away from the side of the road.
Saxon studied the bar as they headed back through town. The music and voices coming from it were louder than before and followed them to the crossroads at the end of the street. A lit motel and vacancy sign caught his attention, and he pointed to it. “We should stay there until we can get the cars.”
Logan turned toward the motel and pulled into the lot where he parked next to a battered pickup. Saxon assumed the truck belonged to the manager or owner as there were no other vehicles in the lot. When he stepped out of the SUV and made his way toward the office door, he spotted the lights from the back of the bar spilling through the trees toward the side of the motel.
He contemplated walking over after they checked in and finding a woman but decided against it when a fresh blast of wind blew ice down his back. He required sex to help keep himself under control, but he despised the cold, and he would go without sex for one fucking night.