In Town

"Yeah. I taught her. I was talking about him though. I'm not letting him win her over, and away from me, without a fight. I love her."

"Right..I thought I caught your meaning at first but I wasn't sure. She seems like a good girl, I remember when she went missing and her parents were searching for her."

"That fucking bastard Kent. He wasn't always powerful. Used to be a little punk twig."

"He was still a punk ass bitch when we left. His time will come if it hasn't already." I rolled my eyes at the thought of him. "So, you love her? I wasn't really expecting that. You were both gone most of the fall and winter. Were you together then?"

"No. We started out at separate times on our own hunting trips. She came to see me when I got back. We've... spent a lot of time together though. I even asked her to move in with me." 

"I can see how that may be complicated. She's living with Kent's oldest son, right?"

I grit my teeth a little. "Yup. Sure is." 

"Hm. Interesting." 

"Hm, interesting, what?" 

"That she's been with you for years but now she's living with the son of the man who kidnapped her."

"She said he needed help with his kid. But I know they have something going on. I'm not stupid." 

"What makes you think that, though?"

"Because I went to check on her this morning and she was wearing his shirt. And nothing else. And he's been damn near hostile towards me." 

"Yeah, I really picked up on the hostile part. Come on, the boys and the trail head this way."

I nodded and followed after him, ready to kill whoever had taken my Brooke.

We made it to where Asher and the other boys waited and I whistled low when we walked up on the grizzly scene. "Fuck." I muttered.

I felt sick to my stomach as I looked around. "This can't be... hers... It has to be someone else's. She... she woulda... fought back."

"Have we found any weapons yet?" I asked.

I held up the knives on the ground, my hand shaking. "These are hers." 



I went over and took them from his hand. "They are. I made these for her." 

"She fought back then. Looks they came and collected what was left already, have you picked up a trail yet?"

"There's a... trail of... of blood... but it doesn't go far. Whoever was bleeding... patched themselves up before moving on." 

"This has to do with that other camp, who else would have groups out here with guns and shit? We should go back and make sure everyone else is accounted for and go from there. We'll form a group to go over to the camp and question them."

"We can't waste time. She could be seriously injured." 



"We will be wasting our time if we don't go in prepared. They're not helpless. We need to make sure we know what the fuck we're doing or we've got no chance saving her." 



"Maybe you don't." 

Preston and I looked at each other, we were totally missing something. "Jon, do you and Dad want to go scout the other camp for now until we get back?"

"Yeah we can do that," I said before the asswipe could say anything back to me.