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“Fuck, from who?” I ask, wiping my sweat away with the back of my hand and stepping away from the punching bag.

There’re plenty of people who could be texting Madden that I don’t give two shits about right now. Screw work and our responsibilities. The only thing that matters to me right now is figuring out what we can do for Luna, especially since we’re still being kept away from her.

Archer got a call from his Father saying he’d allow one of those supervised visits, but we’d have to wait until Luna got settled in at the center.

So we’re just sitting here, waiting.

“From my brother. He has an address. For Luna’s parents.”

I guess we’re not waiting anymore.

We immediately head upstairs to Archer’s office and tell him the news. He calls Kane back from work right away.

Kane screeches into our driveway a few minutes later. He definitely broke basically every traffic law there is to get backhere so soon.

“Get in.”

We do, tossing in the duffel bags full of stuff we need to get ready for something like this. We don’t know what we’re walking into, especially considering these people are basically human traffickers. We need to be prepared.

We also don’t want to waste time getting ready in the house when we could do that on the road.

“Did your brother send any other details other than an address?” Kane asks Madden, glancing in the rearview mirror.

“No,” Madden says, shaking his head. “He said he didn’t want to get involved, in case they were a part of a bigger organization. Only other message he sent was about where to drop off the rest of the money.”

“Didn’t your sister say something about her parents not really being her parents?” Archer asks me, turning backward in his seat.

“Holy shit, yeah she did! She said something about how two betas can’t have an omega child. What do you guys think happened? Think her mom cheated?”

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see,” Madden grunts from beside me.

The drive over is tense as fuck, and I don’t just think that’s me projecting my shit. I don’t hate Southsiders and I definitely don’t think they’re any less human than anyone else, but I hate this place.

There’s just something about it that reminds me of how shitty I was as a kid. How much fucking trouble I got everyone around me into because I was stupid.

I clench my hands into fists on my lap. I’m not that stupid kid anymore, though. I’m not the one who needs to be saved.

Madden taps me, handing over my gear. I wordlessly start putting it on.

I think all of us are sitting on the edge of our seats right now. Luna’s last words to us, sharing the details about the shit she had to go through, still eat away at me.

A part of me I didn’t even know existed broke inside me,knowing the details of what happened to her. I suspected, I’m sure we all did. Someone doesn’t just end up in the state, physically and emotionally, that she was in when we found her, without going through something horrible.

But still. Having your body and heats sold by your parents? Actually being permanently sold to an alpha? That shit’s crazy. The hormone stuff I don’t really understand aside, it’s a wonder Luna’s even remotely sane after everything she’s been through.

The house we pull up to isn’t anything special. It’s a tiny place with peeling paint and wood that looks like it creaks in the wind.

“This is the address we were given,” Kane says, pulling up across the residential street and turning off the car.

I see one of the neighbors peeking through their curtains at us. Our car does stand out here, so the attention is understandable.

“We should hurry,” I say. “We’re being noticed.”

“Here, Kane,” Madden says, passing Kane’s gear to him over the center console.

“Great, let’s go,” Archer commands.

He’s the one who leads the four of us, banging on the door so hard I’m surprised the old wood doesn’t splinter apart.