"Police reports, CCTV, hospital records," Warning suggested. "Find the people being mistreated, and it might lead to a rescuer."
Cobra's mouth went thin, his expression swiftly turning dangerous. "Fine."
"You don't have to," Prodigy said calmly, spotting the same thing I did—Cobra had his own traumas, and this would be triggering as hell.
But Cobra laughed, his face twisted in a sneer. "This will save people, so you knowfull wellI'll do it. Mind your own damn business. I said fine, didn't I?"
"Do you have locations of the dens in the other cities?" I asked, contemplating just how widespread the Hunters' vile crusade had spread.
"Three of them," Tybalt answered, scowling even fiercer than usual. "But three out of twelve is shit."
"Does that mean there are no more dens in Manchester?" Sweetie asked, his mouth flat behind his thick black beard. He'd nearly lost the woman he loved to the Hunters—even if he was in denial about loving her.
"No dens," Prodigy agreed, a deep furrow between his brows. "But I don't doubt there are individuals who’ve kidnapped omegas and betas."
"So…" Warning said, arms crossed over his leather-clad chest. "Business as usual here, or do we go to those three dens and break them up?"
"That's why we're here," Prodigy replied, giving us a hard look. "To vote."
I knew what my vote was—to liberate the victims of those dens. It would mean driving to cities we weren't familiar with, and putting ourselves in danger, but it was the right thing to do.
"We'd lose the home ground advantage," Guardian mused, rubbing his jaw. "We'll need more firepower than usual."
"Say no more," Devil grinned. "That I can do, no problem."
Prodigy sighed. He preferred the club to stay out of illegal gun deals, insisting we were safer if we kept our distance from their dealers, but Guardian was right. We'd be at a disadvantage, and we'd need something to level the playing field.
"Let's vote," Prodigy said, standing from his seat to look us in the eye, a grim expression on his stubbled face. "Warning?"
"Fuck, man. I don't wanna leave Everly behind so soon, but it just feels wrong leaving people to suffer when we could change that. I vote we go."
"Tyb?"
"You know I'm soft and sentimental," Tybalt drawled, making us laugh. "Let's go blow up some Hunter asses."
"Explosions aren't on the menu," Prodigy replied firmly, his eyes hardening behind his glasses.
"Maybe they should be," Tybalt challenged with a grin.
"Guard?" Prodigy asked, ignoring Tybalt.
And on and on the vote went.
In the end only three brothers voted to stay, and the majority won. We were planning three raids in unfamiliar cities, on buildings run by ruthless bastard Hunters.
"Get in touch with the Ravens now. Tell them what's going on and say we'll provide backup. I won't lie and say this willbe simple, or straightforward. But Warning's right; it would be wrong to hang back when we can do something to help. We're knights, after all. Our strength is our honour."
"Here, here," I chanted, alongside my brothers.
Every person in those dens was like Luna or Lavinia. Someone loved them, missed them, would do anything to save them—and would break when they lost them.
"Devil, get me maps and a clear route of every city; make the ride there as painless as possible. Devil, set up that gun deal but be discreet andpolite. We don't need a damn gang on our asses. Guard, you work with Mercedes and ChaCha on getting spaces set up for whoever we break out of those dens. And someone get Justice caught up when his class finishes. We'll ride to London in two weeks. That should give us enough time to prepare."
Two weeks seemed like far too long for those victims to wait, but also nowhere near long enough to plan a raid on a new city.
"Church dismissed," Prodigy announced. "Tyb, get Devil those addresses."
"Yessir," Tybalt replied with a sarcastic salute.