Targets

Byron was curled up with Malcolm after a wild night in the woods. This was the third time they were in the woods and Malcolm loved thinking about it. When they were swimming, they went to the woods, the morning after the meeting, they spent three hours in the woods and Malcolm dragged Byron to the woods last night. They were both exhausted and very satisfied. Malcolm didn't know this kind of satisfaction was a thing.

Byron's body was wrapped around Malcolm and Byron opened his eyes and watched his mate, he was in a very deep sleep. There was a knock at their door. Byron wasn't moving. What could someone want right now? He was killing someone.

"Sir." The door opened and it was Tucker. He looked at the bed and wanted to smile. Byron was wrapped around Malcolm and they looked comfortable. Cozy. They looked like very sated lovers. He never saw Malcolm that comfortable with someone else.

"I just wanted to let you know that I'm heading home for a bit but I will return. Sorry to wake you. I just didn't want Malcolm to worry." Tucker had a bag on his shoulder.

"Thanks for letting me know. I will tell Malcolm. Drive safe." Byron watched the door close. He wasn't waking Malcolm for that. He would tell him in the morning. He held Malcolm tighter and inhaled his scent. He closed his eyes and dreamed about Malcolm.

The sun was coming up and Malcolm moaned. "No!"

"Malcolm?" Byron was worried.

"I'm not ready for morning. A few more minutes." Malcolm smiled. "I slept so great. I don't think I have ever slept that deep. Is that a mate thing?"

Byron sighed. His hands roamed over Malcolm. "Probably. I never slept that well either." He kissed Malcolm. "Oh! Tucker came in last night or this morning? I don't remember. He was heading home for awhile. He said he would come back."

"I hope everything is okay!" Malcolm was a little worried.

"Should we be worried?" Byron felt Malcolm's concern.

"I don't know yet. We should talk to Cash at breakfast." Malcolm sighed and looked at the ceiling. I don't want to get up and be responsible.

"I don't want to be responsible either!" Byron stated.

Malcolm turned and looked at Byron. "I didn't say that out loud."

Byron smiled. "I know. I can hear you. This is the most connected I have been with anyone. You can't hear me? Try? I am thinking of something right now." He closed his eyes.

Malcolm watched Byron and copied him. He closed his eyes and listened. He caught something about sex. He slowed his breathing down. I want you right now.

Malcolm smiled. "I want you right now too! That was too easy. Try again. Just one more time."

Byron nodded. He watched Malcolm.

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.

If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?

Malcolm just laughed. "I can't say that but Peter Piper?"

Byron laughed. "Absolutely. I used to love that rhyme when I was little. That and Little Orphan Annie. Mom used to read it to me at bedtime." He shrugged. "I was weird."

Malcolm smiled. "I love that you're weird. I can hear you. That is so cool! Now, we are weird. We'll have to practice that."

"Yes, we will but right now, I'm practicing for our honeymoon!" He kissed Malcolm so gently that Malcolm melted into the mattress.

Cash was sitting with Emma at a table on the patio. Emma practiced with Cash all night and they didn't sleep. They watched Byron and Malcolm come out and sit. Byron had two plates. They looked like they were linked, he could see it.

"Morning." Cash smiled.

"Morning." Malcolm smiled. "We had the best night!"

"No!" Cash groaned. He shook his head and smiled. "Did you make it to the woods? I hate myself." He sighed.

Byron smiled. "We did and I'm proud. It was a fantastic night. I think we're getting better!"

Malcolm moaned. "So much better. I loved that thing you did!" He looked at Byron.

Byron nuzzled Malcolm. "I love that thing you did too!" He kissed Malcolm. "Cash, Tucker came in last night to inform me he was going home for a bit. Do you know what is happening?"

Cash nodded. "He talked to us first. We were in the gym all night. He said that his wife didn't answer her phone. He was worried. He called Dad and he hadn't seen her since yesterday and she wasn't at work which was weird because she always goes to work."

"Should we be worried?" Byron asked.

Cash was a little surprised that Byron would be worried about someone that he never met. "I don't know. I am hoping she just got her schedule messed up and lost her phone. I don't know." He was worried.

Malcolm saw it. "So, we are worrying?"

Byron turned to Malcolm. "Yes, we are. Cash, stay in touch with Tucker. I don't like the feel of this. I'm worried and I need to talk to Skylar, Val and Adam. I have some calls to make."

Byron and Malcolm stood up and took their plates to the office. Byron was on the phone. "Call Tucker for me, Malcolm, in just a minute." He handed him his cell phone. Byron was on the desk phone. "Barney. It's Byron McIntyre."

Barney nodded. He hated himself. "Sir."

"Tucker Hawkins is on his way there and he is probably speeding. Give him an escort to his house. His wife may be missing. No show at work and she is not answering her phone. We are worried here. There is turmoil here. I don't know what to expect from this new vampire but I don't want to underestimate him." Byron was starting to freak out.

"I will have a car waiting at the county line, Sir. Let him know that it's an escort. We are here to help. I hope things are okay, Sir." Barney was worried. "You be careful and watch your back."

"I will, Barney. Thanks." Byron was gone.

"Anytime." Barney knew The Alpha was gone. He sent a car and waited. He was scared for that pack. He called his pack Alpha to let them know what was happening with The Green River Pack. Otis Kim already knew.

Malcolm called Tucker to let him know about the escort. Tucker was grateful and was almost to the county line. He hung up when he saw the cop car.