Notice Me (24 page)

Troy called his father and notified him of
what's going on. They want to help get Mia back too so of course,
the pack members from his soccer team are here at Tristan's also,
talk about full house. Troy's father sent him on his behalf to find
out all the details. When he arrives home later Troy will fill him
in and they will plan accordingly. Alpha Evans stood at the center
of the room along with Jewel's Dad, Alonso, Rico, and two other
Hispanic looking men.
"Sorry for such short notice everyone." Alpha Evans began as a
greeting. "This emergency meeting was called because one our fellow
wolves has been kidnapped by rogues, her name is Mia."
The news caused everyone to gasp in horror as though it was
something totally unheard of. Being the only humans in the room
Anya and I stared at one another clueless. Maybe I'm being way
harsh here, but humans get kidnapped all the time! It wasn't
anything shocking to us like it was in the werewolf community.
There's a hell of a lot of sickos out there in the world.
"I'd like to introduce you all to Alpha Perez, his sons Rico and
Alonso, as well as Marco who is Mia's mate." Alpha Evans waved his
hand in front of each person while saying his name.
Getting a good gander at Marco, I don't have the faintest idea why
Mia would run from him. The guy is one-smokin-hot-tamale, what?
Yes, Tristan will always make my teeth sweat, because he's that
scrumptious, but I'm not dead you know. It's still ok for me to
look at other guys as long as Tristan doesn't catch me doing so,
ha!
As I glanced up at the men standing before us, I was met with the
intense gaze of dark chocolate brown eyes that stared at me in
wonder. His perfectly arched eyebrows curved downwards as his eyes
seemed to widen in shock. Marcos stared at me as though he saw a
ghost.
‘Yea buddy, I know, I know, I resemble your mate. However, I am not
her’ I thought as I trained my eyes to focus on the back of
Tristan's head. My body automatically shifted slightly to the right
so that I was half hidden behind Tristan. Marco's stare was
beginning to make me extremely uncomfortable. It was almost like he
wanted to ‘pull me into his arms in a warm embrace and whisper
sweet nothings in my ear’ type of stare down.
Alpha Evans introduced Tristan as his son and future Alpha to each
of the guys. Of course we already knew Alonso and Rico, but as a
sign of respect Tristan stepped forward to shake their hands.
Before doing so Tristan reached back and grabbed a hold of my hand
lacing our fingers together as he tugged me along with him. I
practically pasted myself to the entire left side of Tristan's body
as he shook everyone's hands with his right.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm sorry it has to be under such
unfortunate circumstances." Tristan began, then he had to go and
speak up. "I'd like you to meet my mate and future Luna,
Lise."
Standing before the four men, I felt as though I was some sort of
weird science experiment and they were analyzing me. Their eyes
roamed every inch of my face from the top of my head to the bottom
of my chin, before Alpha Perez broke the silence.
"Wow, my boys weren't kidding when they said you look exactly like
our Mia!" He spoke with a heavy Spanish accent as he smacked Rico
and Alonso on their backs. "What do you think, Marco?" Alpha Perez
questioned as he turned to face his future son in law. Marco's lips
tugged into a thin line as the look of pain was etched deep in his
eyes.
He nodded his head and swallowed visibly, "I can see some
similarities, but they're each their own person." Marco's voice
came out soft spoken.
"So, do you have a plan of attack in getting Mia back?" Tristan
asked after introducing Luke and Anya to the group.
"We were thinking it'd be easier for a team of select few to fly
over to Minnesota where their camp is set up." Rico began taking a
step closer to us so that we could hear him better. "We have our
own plane at the airport." Talk about rich, these guys flew over
here in their own freaking personal plane? Troy and his pack
members were standing closely behind us to try and listen in to the
plan also.
"Right, it'll be way too complicated to shift and run across the
borders. There’s too many politics involved with having to get
permission to cross into other's territories, not to mention a
waste of time." Tristan spoke up nodding his head.
Pointing at Tristan like he hit it right on the nose, Alpha Perez
continued where Rico left off. "Smart boy, you'll make a great
Alpha one day." He smiled warmly.
"So it seems the leader of the rogues happened to see my daughter
at a night club in Minnesota, where she was bartending." Alpha
Perez disclosed causing a feral growl to erupt from Marco's chest.
"It was there he fell in love with her and kidnapped her against
her will." Oh, this doesn't sound good at all. From what the guys
told me, rogues are vicious wolves who don't seem to have a care in
the world who they hurt as long as they get what they want.
"I have one of my pack members posing as a rogue...so we have a guy
on the inside giving us updates." Alpha Perez announced. "Mia is
alive and she knows we're coming for her."
Inhaling a deep breath from the intensity of the news we were just
given, Tristan looked thoughtful for a minute before speaking. "How
many rogues are we talking, you know set up at the camp?" I assumed
they were speaking of the lands these rogues overtook after killing
off Axel and Jett's former pack.
"There's fifty rogues stationed at that camp." Marco spoke up his
voice was deep, not at all like the soft tone I heard
earlier.
"Ok, so here's what I'm thinking..." Tristan strategize with a look
of seriousness on his face. Damn that's one sexy look for him.
"Alpha Perez you'll be the one to go in and get Mia, the rest of us
will be there to fight." I felt as though I was so out of the loop
not knowing if I should stay and listen or take Anya and go off
somewhere like the kitchen to see if Mrs. Evans needed help.
"I think we need to assemble a team consisting of Marco, Alonso,
Rico, Luke, Gabe, Jordan, Troy, Andre, Lance, Sal, Axel, Jett and
myself. Axel and Jett should come, because they are familiar with
the area and not only that, but I'm sure that they’d like revenge"
Tristan glanced at each person as he called their name to see if he
were in agreement. It was like we were preparing to go to war, the
way the guys straightened up their posture as their names were
called. They each had a glint of honor in their eyes to be called
on to help out.
"Max and Sam you'll stay behind to help watch over the pack. Be
prepared to leave in two hours gentleman. Should give you enough
time to get your matters in order." Alpha Evans chimed in clapping
a hand down onto Tristan's shoulder.
I stood there in shock, obviously not knowing what Alpha Evans
means by saying 'should give you enough time to get your matters in
order'. The group dispersed and the guys went off to I guess go
home and pack a bag for their little trip. Guess I should go get a
bag together too.
"Come with me to pack." Tristan smiled wrapping an arm around my
shoulder and leading me towards his place. I followed him out the
front door to his side entrance where he moved like lightning.
Grabbing his duffel bag, he quickly shoved a few clothes and
necessities in before turning to me and saying, "Ok, I'm
done."
"I'm going to run next door and pack a bag, ok?" I told Tristan as
I tried to untangle our fingers from one another, but his grip
became even tighter not letting go. We were standing outside his
house at the base of his porch steps. Some of the pack members were
outside on the lawn mingling.
"Absolutely not sweetheart." His voice caused me to stop trying to
pull away while I stared up at him in confusion. What the freak
does he mean absolutely not? It's not like it's a school night,
it's Friday for heavens sakes and I'm pretty sure we'll be back
before Monday, hopefully.
There's no stinking way he's leaving me behind when they're
basically talking about charging head on into a dangerous mission,
someone can get hurt! They need a voice of reason amongst all the
testosterone. You know guys, they can't think straight when they're
angry, now add being a wolf to the equation and forget about
it.
"You're not coming, Lise. It's way too dangerous." Tristan grumbled
through gritted teeth while tugging me flush against him; he
dropped his duffel bag on the ground. His smoky eyes burned right
into mine as he continued to explain why I couldn't go. "I need to
be able to focus on the task at hand and I won't be able to do so
if I'm worrying if you're safe."
My mouth opened slightly, the beginning of a retaliating protest
getting ready to slip out before Tristan leaned forward and shut me
up with a kiss. "Hrrmmph." I groaned when his lips came in contact
with my own causing me to completely forget what I was going to
say. Tingles warmed my entire body as his lips moved demandingly
against mine.
Pulling away after a few Moments, Tristan closed his eyes and
leaned his forehead against mine as he inhaled deeply. "The leader
of the rogues took one look at Mia and fell in love with her, I
cannot risk the chance of him seeing you...." Tristan seethed
clenching his jaw down tightly in anger. "Just the thought makes me
want to drain him of every last ounce of blood." My eyes widened in
surprise, as my breath go caught in my throat. Boy, he can be one
intimidating guy!
"You're going to stay your beautiful little tush here in Port Clyde
with Anya. The two of you will enjoy the rest of your weekend with
Max and Sam. You're not coming." Tristan's voice had an air of
finality to it, as though he dared me to try and argue.
Tears swelled up in my eyes, I couldn't help it. Just the thought
of him going all the way to Minnesota, it's so far away. Then to be
going there to fight with a bunch of insane rogues, they took out
an entire pack! What makes me think they won't end up killing any
of these guys going? Even though I didn't know Marco, Alonso, Rico,
or Alpha Perez. I still gave a crap whether or not they got hurt.
The rest of the guys were in some way, shape, or form a special
part of me. Having gotten to know each and every one of them, I
held a special place in my heart for my new found friends.
"Promise me you'll all come back safe." I choked out as the tears
spilled over as my body shook uncontrollably. My chest felt tight
as though there was a million-pound weight resting on top of
it.
Tristan's face contorted in pain, almost like he was afraid this
would be a promise he wouldn't be able to keep. "Lise..." Tristan
whispered taking my face into his hands. "I can't promise you that
baby, because I don't know what's going to happen over there. But,
I can promise you that I'll give it my all and try my damned
hardest to get us all back safely."
Thinking it over for a second I nodded my head in acceptance
figuring that's the best form of a promise I was going to get from
Tristan. "I love you Tristan and when you come home I want you
to.." I gasped for air as the tears that fell were becoming way too
much for me. "I want you to mate me."
It was a decision I thought through thoroughly. I loved this guy
with all my heart and I may still be young, but I know I don't see
myself living another day without him. Tristan gave me his
trademark heart-melting smile, dimples included as he closed the
distance between us again. His hands wrapped themselves around my
waist and folded over on the small of my back. My arms found their
way around his neck.
Whispering softly against my lips, he allowed a small smirk. "Well
then I guess that's what I'll be looking forward to the entire time
I'm there...rushing to get back safely to love my mate." Tristan
kissed me meticulously as his hands let go of my waist and caressed
every inch of my face. Tears escaped the sides of my eyes as I
memorized every single last moment I got to spend with him, not
knowing what's to come...

Chapter 35: Bemidji
Tristan's POV
Sitting on the plane my thoughts trailed back to the only thing
that seemed to consume my mind these days, Lise. My heart ached
deep within my chest thinking about not being able to keep my
promise of bringing everyone home safely. In situations this
dangerous, especially when it comes to dealing with rogues. You can
never foretell the future of what will occur.
Refusing to lie to her, I presented her with a way more reasonable
commitment, telling her I'd try my damned hardest and that's
exactly what I planned on doing. I held Lise in my arms for an
entire hour before leaving. Not wanting to leave her just as much
as she didn't want me to go. She sat quietly the entire time on my
lap outside my parent's house. Rocking back and forth on the porch
wicker chair, we sat in comfortable silence.
Each of us cherishing every last minute we had with one another.
This will be my first time being away from her for more then a few
hours. My wolf was going stir crazy needing for her to come along.
But, that’s not a risk I'm willing to gamble with. I'd rather know
she's home safe instead of worrying about her being within a
hundred feet of the rogue leader...that sick bastard.
Who in the right mind kidnaps someone over infatuation and lust?
Guess I answered my own question right there. Nobody in the right
mind...would kidnap anyone. Before leaving I made Max swear to me
on his most precious possession...which happens to be his stuffed
penguin, Chilly Willy...that he'd protect my girl with his
life.
I swore if one hair on her head was harmed, there would be hell to
pay. Max knows I wasn't kidding him when I said I'd rip Willy
apart, flipper by flipper. He's had that damn stuffed penguin since
we were four and he still sleeps with it till this day. Not
something a teenage guy should be doing, but who am I to judge? It
was a souvenir from our trip to Sea World. Max's Grandpa took all
of us boys there when we went to visit with our parents one summer.
We each got to pick one souvenir and that's what Max chose. It was
the last time we saw Pops before he died.
The car ride to the airport was filled with nothing but energy,
everyone was so amped up and ready for battle. When we pulled up in
front of the plane, it was almost as if you could hear a pin drop.
That's how quiet it got as we all eyed the most pristine piece of
metal before us.
Gee, these people must be loaded. Parked in front of us was a shiny
sixteen-seat black Gulfstream G550. This is one hell of a custom
plane if I've ever seen one and trust me when I say I've never seen
one with my own eyes, only on TV! The logo on the side read
Manzanares, which I'm taking a wild guess here…is the name of their
pack. For a pack to have their own personal jet, that's money right
there.