“Cara? Gray?” Cara sat up in the small bed she shared with her mate and glanced at the clock. Almost two am. “Coming.” “Cara?” Ilse’s voice called, even louder. More pounding followed. “All right. I’m coming.” Cara grabbed a robe just as Gray sat up in bed. “What is it?” “I don’t know. Ilse sounds upset.” “I’ll come, too.” Cara left the bedroom and went to the door. Her sister stood on the other side, and when she opened it, Ilse pushed inside, a huge flashlight in her hand. “It’s Tommy,” Ilse said. “He’s missing. Hasn’t been in his bed for hours.” Gray entered, still settling his robe into place. “Any clue where he’s gone?” “Ricky says he kept talking about Grayland and how he wanted to kill one of those birds and bring it home,” Ilse answered. “Shit,” Gray cursed. “I’m sorry.” “Not your fault,” Ilse answered. “He’s a good kid but headstrong. Hard to control.” “We’ll get him back,” Gray said. “You bet we will,”
