Jia Hao froze when he heard the male voice order Mu Yang to hand over the phone—and then the call abruptly ended.
He tried to call back, but the number wouldn't connect.
His legs turned to lead and his breath grew short and shallow. Fear surged through his body like ice freezing his limbs.
Who was that man? What was happening to Mu Yang?
He quickly dialed a number. "Jake, I need you to track a phone for me. It might be switched off or destroyed."
Then he paused, thinking. "If it's in a secure location, could the signal be spoofed?"
"It depends on how well it's protected, and by whom. Who are you looking for, Jia Hao?"
"A friend. I'm afraid something might have happened to him."
"Okay, don't worry. I'll handle our end of the security."
"He's a werewolf."
"And the location is one of theirs?"
"Yes. And there's no time to waste."
"Hold on, Anthony's here—I'll put him on."
"What's going on?"
Jia Hao explained to Anthony what he'd overheard during the call with Mu Yang.
"Thanks. I'll call Christopher right away."
"Anthony, please—let me go with them."
"It's not up to me, and I doubt the pack leader will agree. This is a pack matter."
"I... I care about that wolf."
There was a moment of silence. Then Anthony said, "I'll do what I can."
"Thank you."
Jia Hao looked down at his phone, feeling helpless.
He had no idea where Mu Yang was or what was happening to him.
He couldn't reach him. Couldn't help him. Couldn't save him...
And he was terrified he might never see him again.