My Miracle Luna
Chapter 45

Jason's

P.O.V.)

It's been five days since Wyatt disappeared. We scoured the city for him, but we lost his scent in the massive array of scents that flooded the city of Detroit. We had no choice but to file a missing person report with the human authorities in case he showed up in the

city, and my dad and his trackers have been using their skills to try and locate him the wolf way.

Rylee is a mess, and she's losing hope, but the worst part is that she said that she can't feel him anymore. He's not dead by any means, but she is saying that their bond is fading. Even her wolf can't feel her bond with Blade either. Lorenzo is afraid that if Rylee loses any more hope than she has, this will allow the vampire to know of her existence. Kendrick has been trying to keep Melody calm because she's still susceptible to a miscarriage brought on by stress.

Wyatt's parents are also on the verge of a breakdown, and the pack is doing their best to stay strong. Although Rylee is not all there emotionally, she takes her job as a Luna seriously, and with Lorenzo's help, she is commanding the pack and they are listening; however, no can deny that it's not the same without Wyatt.

Currently, all of us are sitting in the dining room eating lunch, or at least trying to,

"Rylee, sweetheart, how are you holding up?" Grace asked her.

"Like s**t, I miss Wyatt, and I'm scared. When I woke up this morning, our bond had faded even more, it's almost as if it's not there,"

"Rylee, you must not think that you will open the door for Alessandro to find you," Lorenzo said to her.

"Does it matter anymore? If we don't find Wyatt, then what's the point?"

"Rylee, it's only been five days..." Milan started to stay but Rylee cut her off so fast,

"ONLY FIVE DAYS!? ONLY FIVE DAYS!? THAT'S ALMOST A WEEK MILAN!!!" she roared standing to her feet. "Someone took my mate! My boyfriend! The love of my life! And you have the audacity to say it's only been five days!? HOW THE f**k WOULD YOU FEEL IF JASON WENT MISSING FOR FIVE DAYS!?!" she screamed slamming her tiny fists on the table cracking it in half. No could say anything to that because we all knew the answer.

"Rylee?" we all turned to look in the doorway and saw Victor. "Still no luck?" he asked cautiously. Rylee took a deep breath and started to break down again.

"Victor, no offense, but this is a pack matter," Kendrick tells him.

"I understand, but I think I can be of some help," he replies, and we look at him. "My family has a lot of money, and they also have police ties. My dad's closest friend is a retired police chief, and currently works a highly respected P.I.," "Victor, we appreciate the gesture, we also know a lot of PI's," Ronan said.

"I respect that sir, but do they have a perfect case record in missing person recoveries with more than forty years under their belt?" We all looked at Ronan, who just pursed his lips together. "I'm 100% positive that my parents hired him to look for me until my death was pronounced. I really do believe that he can help you find your son,"

"What's his name?" Rylee asked.

"His name Malcolm Harrison,"

"Do you know his contact information?"

"Not off the top of my head, no, but if you Google his name, he pops up almost immediately," I pulled out my phone looked up the name, and sure enough, this P.I. popped up almost immediately. I looked through his recognitions as a police officer and him making his way up to chief with an almost perfect record in missing persons from children to the elderly, even finding someone's kidnapped dog.

"Damn, this guy's credentials are impressive," I said and kept reading. "Uncle Ronan, I think we should try to use him,"

"Rylee, it's up to you sweetheart," he responded.

"Do it," she said without hesitation. "Offer him whatever he wants, I don't care about the money, I just want Wyatt home," I dialed the number, and it rang twice before someone answered, "Harrison P.I.,"

"Mr. Harrison, my name is Jason Lexington, and I wanted to hire you for your services,"

"What is it that you need?"

"My best friend has been missing for five days, and the authorities don't seem to be pulling their weight to find him. His family and I have hired multiple other investigators, but they've all come up empty-handed. I've read your credentials and heard about you having a near-perfect record in locating missing persons,"

"What's his name?"

"Wyatt Valencia,"

"Oh, yes, I've seen the missing person reports on him. I would think investigators would be working diligently to find him,"

"That's what we thought too, but that doesn't seem to be the case, will you please help? His girlfriend and family are willing to pay whatever you ask,"

"Have they received any sort of ransom demands?"

"No,"

"Does he have a pattern of disappearing?"

"No,"

"Are he and his girlfriend on good terms,"

"More than good, they practically worship each other,"

"Text me his last known location and a recent photo of him,"

"Sure,"

"I'm also asking for $100,000,"

"Let me tell his family, one moment," I cover the receiver, "He wants a hundred grand to find him,"

"Tell him I'll double it if finds Wyatt in 48 hours,"

"Mr. Harrison, his girlfriend is willing to pay you to double if you can Wyatt in the next the 48 hours,"

"I see she's desperate to find him, desperation shows me that money is not an issue and that she is truly scared,"

"You have no idea,"

"Very well, I accept the challenge, I will give you a call when I have any news, good day," he hung up on me and I quickly sent him a photo of Wyatt and his last known location, which was the accident on the bridge. I looked at Rylee shocked that she would make such a bold move, but I agreed with the P.I., she was desperate.

"Thank you Victor, hopefully, this guy is as good as he seems," I tell him.

"Malcolm won't accept that money, I hope you know that Rylee," she looked up at him. "Malcolm spills that the magic number to see who is really willing to pay whatever it takes to find someone,"

"How does he make a living if he doesn't get paid?" Kendrick asked.

"Oh, he gets paid for his other work, you know cheating spouses, background checks on potential gold diggers, that kind of stuff, but when it comes to finding missing people, he does that for free, but he was a cop, so he's cautious when taking on jobs like that. That magic number of a hundred grand is way of knowing if the person hiring him is involved or not. He's learned that true victims who are desperate to find their loved ones will sell their own soul, and those that oppose the amount or get defensive are involved with the victim going missing,"

"Wow, he's a smart guy," I reply.

"He is, which is why I'm certain he will find Wyatt, in less than the time frame Rylee just gave," we all nodded.

"Victor, are you hungry, son?" Ronan asked.

"Yeah, but I can wait, I don't want impose anymore,"

"Nonsense child," Grace said getting up. "Come sit, and I will have a plate made for you," she said and forced Victor to sit with us. She went to the kitchen and we could hear her barking orders at the kitchen staff.

"Thank you, Victor," Rylee said softly.

"Thank me when he's found," he replied bluntly. We all nodded while he ate his food. All we could now was wait.

*ring ring ring ring ring ring*

"Hello?"

"Mr. Lexington?"

"Mr. Harrison?"

"I've found Mr. Valencia,"

"What?! Where!?"

"He was wandering aimlessly in Cleveland,"

"CLEVELAND!? What the f**k was he doing there?"

"I don't know, I wasn't actually the one who found him. A local recognized him and actually called the authorities in Detroit. My daughter works for Detroit dispatch, and was the one who alerted me of the call that came in, U.S. Marshalls have picked him up and are transporting him to the police headquarters downtown right now, he should be there with an hour,"

"Thank you, Mr. Harrison, I know you said you didn't find him, but thank you for calling and letting us know. Please tell me how we can send the payment,"

"No need, when it comes to missing persons, I don't take payment. I'm just happy that he is alive and well. Good luck to you,"

"Thank you again, thank you!" I hung up and ran straight to Rylee's office where I know where everyone current was trying to strategize on how to find him. I don't think I had ever run so fast up those five flights of stairs.

"HE'S BEEN FOUND!!!" I screamed while barging through the door.

"WHAT!?" they all asked standing from their seat.

"Harrison just called; Wyatt's been found. He's being transported to the police headquarters in the city, come on!" I don't think I'd see people move so fast. Although everyone wanted to come, we decided to have Melody, Milan, Keaton, Irene, Victor, and Lorenzo hang back. Rylee, Kendrick, Grace, Ronan, and I went to go get Wyatt along with Angelo as the driver.

{Rylee's P.O.V.}

I couldn't believe it. I seriously could not believe it, but Wyatt was finally found. After seven agonizing torturous days, we were finally going to bring Wyatt home. I couldn't understand why I felt our bond fading while he's been gone, but just knowing that I'm going to see him soon, be in his arms was making me feel the butterflies, but I still couldn't figure out why our bond still felt almost half empty. I figured it had to do with the fact that he was gone for so long, and according to Jason, he was in a completely different state. It had to be the distance. I was certain that being close to him again would make our bond strong.

The drive to the human police station took longer than we wanted, but Angelo tried to get us there as fast as he could without going too much over the speed limit. The anticipation to see Wyatt was killing me. I wanted to touch him, hug him, kiss him, and everything else in between. My anxiety was getting the best of me, and luckily Grace was holding my hand the entire way, but I could tell that she too was anxious.

"Rylee, Aunt Grace, he's fine. He's alive, and we're going to see him soon," Kendrick said from the seat behind us and put his hands on our shoulders. I just nodded and took a deep breath.

When we reached the police station, I was nervous because I had never been surrounded by so many humans before, let alone humans with guns. I could sense the occasional supernatural amongst them, but overall, at least 90% of the people in the building were human. I looked around a little nervous, but eventually, we made it up to the front desk,

"Hi, can I help you?" the lady cop asked us.

"We're here for Wyatt Valencia, we are his parents," Ronan said to her.

"ID please," everyone handed their ID's to her, except for me. "Ma'am, you too,"

"I don't have one," I answered honestly.

"She left her wallet at home," Jason said quickly. "We were in such a rush to get here, she forgot to grab her purse. She's Wyatt's girlfriend," the lady cop looked at everyone else who all nodded their head.

"Okay, since you all are vouching for her, it's fine. Please go through security there to the left. He's currently being held in room 105 to the right,"

"Thank you!" we all said and did what she told us. There was a long line at the security thing, and I was honestly weirded out by whatever this machine was. Everyone had to put their personal belongings into small bowls, their purses onto a moving belt thing, and there were at least ten policemen and women checking every single person that walked under this arch looking thing.

"Next," I heard the policeman yell, and it was my turn. I didn't have anything, so I just stood in front of the arch, and waited for him to tell me to walk under it. When I did, he stopped me and put his hands on me. I was a little creeped out, but he didn't touch me inappropriately, but I could hear his thoughts.

Damn, this girl is pretty. Too bad she's apparently that Valencia guy's girlfriend. Of course the rich and famous get all the good looking girls.

"Alright, you're good," he said to me and I walked to the side and waited for everyone else. Once everyone went through security, we made our way to room 105 where the lady cop up front said Wyatt was waiting.

I was practically running looking for the room, and of course, with my horrible sense of direction, I ended up passing the room,

"Rylee!" I stopped and turned around. "You passed it," Kendrick said coming to get me.

"Sorry," I said and followed him. We went into the room, and the sight before me almost my knees buckle and collapse. Wyatt was sitting with a police officer and he was in his business clothes that he wore the morning he disappeared. "Wyatt!" Grace and Ronan shouted. He turned around and his godly features made my heart race. It really was him.

"Mom! Dad!" I watched as they hugged him, and Grace started to cry. "I'm okay mom, I promise, stop crying," I heard him tell her.

"Fucker, you had worried shitless!" Kendrick shouted.

"Ken, get over here man!" They gave each other a huge high five and hugged. "Jace, get in here!" Wyatt shouted at Jason and he joined them in a big brotherly group hug. "Where's my sister and Milan?"

"Home, they've been worried shitless too, but we obviously couldn't bring everyone, so we only brought the really important people," Kendrick said and turned to face me. Wyatt looked me in the eyes, and I couldn't help myself. I ran and jumped into his arms and started to cry.

"Wyatt, I've been so worried, I thought something horrible happened to you. Where have you been?!" I cried and nuzzled my face into his neck, but the moment I took in his scent something immediately felt off. There were no sparks. There were no fireworks when our skin made contact and I felt that he wasn't hugging me back. He was tense, and just standing there.

I pulled away and looked him in the eyes, and he was just staring at me with his mouth agape, and his brow lifted in confusion. He looked to his parents, then to Kendrick and Jason, and then back at me. My gaze left his eyes, went to his neck, and what I saw immediately flooded my eyes with tears,

"Wyatt, where's your mark?" I asked him making everyone gasp. But instead of answering my question, he asked me one in return, and it was something I never thought I would hear him say, "I'm sorry, but who are you?"