Page 13 of Expecting The Unexpected

“Shifters don’t get sick, Mason,” Petree quietly said.

Elijah sat up and wiped his eyes. “I don’t know where he went. His room, maybe?”

Shaking his head, Abe answered, “No. My room’s right next to his and he wasn’t there when I got back from patrol today, and I didn’t pass him when I came here.”

“Then, I don’t know where he went. He was so... he was so upset,” Elijah whispered.

“Upset? If he’s not sick what’s wrong with him?” Bryant asked, this time looking at Caden.

Caden shook his head, only saying, “Patient-client confidentiality.”

Throg wanted to snatch the damn human by his throat, and squeeze until the son of a bitch told them all what was wrong with his mate.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? We’re family! If something is wrong with Spencer, we need to know,” Bryant snapped to the doctor.

“I’m sorry, I’m unable to assist you with that. It was Spencer’s request that no one knows why he was here, and I not only will, I must do as my patient asks,” Caden argued back, then turned murmuring, “Even if I don’t agree.”

Throg knew all the shifters as well as the Nakaka had heard the doctors softly spoken words, and it was Petree that said, “Okay, we’ll just have Elijah tell us.”

Elijah seemed to sink further into his mate, as he muttered, “I can’t.”

“What the fuck do you mean you can’t tell us?” Mason shouted.

Khall growled, then snarled, “You speak to my mate like that again, and brother or no, I will rip your entrails out and bathe in them!”

Elijah sat up smacking his mate’s chest, “You will do no such thing, and just for the record... eww... fucking eww, eww, eww. That image is beyond disgusting.”

“I’m sorry, songbird, but I will not sit here and allow someone to talk to you in such a disrespectful tone. Not even your brother. It pisses me off as your man, and it infuriates my Nakaka.” Khall defended.

“And I love you too, but Mason and I are brothers. We’re going to fight. He’s going to piss me off and I’m going to piss him off. That means you and your Gargoyle are going to have to get used to it or you and your gargoyle are going to have to find other sleeping arrangements.” Elijah said, in such a sweet tone that Throg could hardly believe the man was threatening his friend in a sexual way.

Khall grumbled something that not even Throg’s superior hearing could catch.

“What was that, my big warrior?” Spencer said, just as sweetly as he had his threat.

“I said, I am Nakaka. We do not call ourselves gargoyle, that is a human term.”

“And I’m human, but I will try and remember it bothers you to hear that term,” Elijah whispered, and then kissed his mate.

What seemed like a soft tender ‘make up’ kiss, seemed to morph into something altogether different. Mason hissing, “Oh god, would you two please stop. I seriously don’t want to see my brother getting it on here and now, or anywhere.”

The two pulled back, and Elijah’s cheeks pinkened, “Sorry about that.”

Abe stepped forward, “Elijah, we need to know what’s going on. How can we help if you won’t tell us?”

“I want to. I really do, but Abe I gave my word. What we need to do is find him. He’s alone, scared, and hurting. I’m afraid he might leave us if we don’t find him,” Elijah said, his hurt from earlier returning.

“Scared? Hurting?” Petree said, in question and then looked at the others. “Okay, we split up. Each of us takes a section of the clutch house. Elijah and I will go to the first floor. Abe, you and Mason take the business district.

Stepping up to them, Caden said, “I want to help.”

“You and Bryant can take the third floor, while Khall and Throg take the cell block,” Petree said, turning to look at where Throg had been hiding.

Everyone turned to see Throg standing behind the door. Elijah’s eyes heated. “What the fuck are you doing here? Spying on us?”

Throg didn’t know what to say... how to explain. Thankfully, Khall interrupted, “We don’t have time to discuss this right now. We need to find Spencer.”

“I’m going to contact Hron and let him know what’s going on. Maybe he can send some people to help us locate him,” Petree said, pulling out his cell phone and calling his mate.