EMP Lodge Series (Book 2): Dark Hunt

by Grace Hamilton

  Rosie gave her a knowing smile. “I'll get the tea. You rest.”

  Willow tried to make small talk by talking about the weather but Megan was far too worried to think about small talk. She had been in the weather. It was the last thing she wanted to talk about.

  Rosie brought her the tea and she gulped it down. It didn't taste very good but Megan had witnessed Rosie's healing teas work in the past. She would do whatever it took to get better.

  Rosie laughed, “That's one way to get it down I guess.”

  Megan gave a sheepish smile, “Sorry, but I really want to heal quick. I will take double doses or whatever it takes.”

  Wyatt's mother reached out and patted her on the shoulder, “I know, dear. I know. But, time is really the only cure. Well that and rest.”

  Duke barked, signaling someone was coming.

  Wyatt felt horrible. As he approached the cabin, he tried to think of what he would say to Megan. He wasn't even sure she would be conscious. The whole time he searched for Caitlin, he worried about Megan. She had been in bad shape when they found her. His initial reaction was to go with her and stick by her side but he remembered his promise.

  He walked through the door, not sure what to expect. The house was silent. Duke barked, which brought Albert out of his room. Jack, Chase and Ryland appeared at the top of the stairs. Each had a questioning look on their face.

  Wyatt's breath hitched as he saw the look of concern and hope. He gave a quick jerk of his head, indicating he hadn't found her. The looks of shock and grief nearly killed him. Everyone had been counting on him and he had failed.

  Willow had popped her head out of his bedroom and saw him silently tell the group he hadn't found Caitlin. Her mouth fell open.

  She went to Wyatt, wrapped her arms around him and reassured him it wasn't his fault and they would find her.

  “You need to go talk to her,” she encouraged him.

  His voice was barely a whisper, “How? How do I tell her?”

  Willow didn't offer any words of advice. Instead, she walked him to the room, gave him a quick hug and walked away. Everyone else headed upstairs to give Wyatt and Megan the privacy they needed. This was probably going to be the most difficult conversation they ever had.

  Megan held her breath, waiting to hear Caitlin's voice. Instead, there was silence. She heard the door close. No excited chatter. Her heart started to race as she realized what the lack of celebration meant. If Wyatt had found Caitlin, she would have been talking a mile a minute. Unless she was unconscious!

  “I have to see!” Megan pleaded with Rosie who gently pushed her back down on the pillow.

  “He'll be right in. Just sit tight. I'll go check.”

  Megan waited what felt like hours. She knew it had probably been less than thirty seconds, but every second stretched on.

  Wyatt came through the door. He wouldn't look at her.

  “Where is she, Wyatt?”

  The panic in her voice was obvious.

  Wyatt shook his head. Clearly, he didn't know what to say.

  “Wyatt! Dammit, what happened? Where is she?”

  Megan was quickly moving past scared and worried right into anger.

  He finally looked at her, “I don't know.”

  Megan was incredulous.

  “You don't know! Seriously? How hard is it to find one little girl? She couldn't have gone far!”

  Wyatt moved to sit beside her on the bed but she tried to scoot away.

  “Megan, I searched. I did. You know I would never give up.”

  “Why did you come back then?”

  She was angry. Angry at him for not finding her daughter. Angry at herself for not paying better attention to the weather. Angry at Caitlin for not being where she was supposed to be.

  She knew she was hurting him by putting so much pressure on him but she was stuck in bed and feeling completely helpless. Megan needed Wyatt to find her daughter.

  “It's getting dark, Megan. It isn't smart for anyone to be out there in the dark, especially alone.”

  She knew he was right, but it only drove home the point that Caitlin was alone, in the dark. She was a little girl, how would she ever survive?

  7

  Wyatt wanted to stay with Megan and offer comfort but she was clearly angry.

  “I'm gonna talk with the guys and plan our search for tomorrow. We will head out at first light and we’ll cover more ground with more of us looking. We need a plan and not just random searching.”

  Megan stared at him, “You shouldn't have come back without her. If I could, I would be out there right now. I don't care if it is dark!” she shouted.

  Wyatt felt as if he had been slapped. He took a deep breath, not wanting to make the situation worse by yelling back at her.

  “Megan, she is a smart kid. She would have taken shelter. We could search all night and not even see her. You taught her well.”

  She glared at him, not pacified by his words. He moved to kiss her but she turned her head. She was lashing out. He got it. He had considered staying out looking until he found her but it was too risky.

  Wyatt had to weigh the needs of the group as well. If he were injured, or worse, they would have to waste more time and resources tracking him down. They couldn't afford to have two of them laid up going into winter. He was confident Caitlin would know what to do. The temperature at night this time of year was well above freezing, which was still cold, but not life threatening if she found shelter.

  Over the summer, Caitlin had surprised everyone at how quickly she took to navigating in the woods. She definitely did not inherit her mom’s navigational challenges. On some of the warmer evenings, Ryland and Caitlin had asked to camp outside and the little girl was far more proficient at putting together a shelter and building a fire than Willow and his mom. The kid was a natural in the woods.

  “I'll let you rest. If you need anything, just holler.”

  Silence.

  Wyatt walked out of the room and took a seat on one of the barstools. He needed to compose himself after that episode.

  He heard his mom coming down the stairs. She didn't try talking to him. His mom knew him all too well.

  The rest of the group trickled down the stairs. Each passed by and patted his shoulder or offered some words of encouragement. It didn't help. The woman he loved hated him right now.

  Chase dropped several maps on the counter and pulled up a stool to sit next to Wyatt.

  “We start with this. We make a grid and do it the right way.” Chase was all business. This is an area in which he excelled.

  Wyatt nodded. The idea of actually doing something instead of sitting and waiting, doing nothing, made him feel useful.

  “I'm gonna have a chat with her,” Albert said, grabbing a piece of paper from the notebook.

  Wyatt looked at him, “Probably not a good idea, man.”

  Albert waved him off, “Right now, she is mad at you three for bringing her back.” He pointed to Wyatt, Chase and Jack. “I was right here, innocent as can be. Let's just say we will play a little good cop, bad cop. I'm the good cop,” he winked before leaving the room.

  Wyatt wasn't so sure his plan would work or what he hoped to accomplish, but he would go with it. Megan would probably throw a lamp at Albert.

  Megan sighed in frustration when she heard someone come through the door. She wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. She simply wanted to wallow in her own misery.

  “Hey, hon,” Albert's voice cut through the silence.

  Megan turned her head to make sure it was actually Albert. He was the last person she expected to come in.

  “Hi.”

  “Pretty crappy deal, isn't it?”

  He limped to the chair and sat down.

  “I know what it feels like to want to get out of that bed and help out. It sucks when your body fails you.”

  Megan nodded. Albert couldn't possibly understand what she was going through, but he would know the pain of not being able to move about
freely.

  Albert looked wistful.

  “I do understand what it feels like to be helpless when a loved one is in danger or hurting.”

  Megan turned to look at him. He sat in the chair for several minutes without saying a word.

  “You know how I got this bad knee?”

  She had always assumed it was from his time in the Vietnam War.

  He took a deep breath, “I was driving my wife home from church one beautiful Sunday afternoon. We were talking about the potluck and what she had planned to bring. She wanted to make her usual cornbread casserole. I hated that stuff.” He smiled. “I would kill for some of it right now, though.”

  Megan didn't speak. Albert had never opened up to her; let alone talked to her for more than a few minutes about anything more important than household chores.

  “I had just told her she needed to get some new recipes when an eighteen-wheeler blew through a stop sign; hitting us on her side. Back then, we didn't wear seatbelts. She was ejected from the car. When everything stopped moving, I realized I was trapped. My legs were smashed.”

  He paused, trying to regain his composure. Megan had a feeling she knew how the story ended. She didn't want to hear it. It was too much for her emotions.

  “Well, that man in the truck jumped out of his rig and took off. I could see my wife, lying on that old two-lane highway. I was trapped. I couldn't help her. It felt like an eternity before another car came along. The whole time I was in that mangled car, I grew madder and madder. I was furious at the truck driver and myself for allowing the guy to hit us.”

  “You couldn't have known, Al,” Megan quickly assured him.

  He shrugged, “No, I couldn't have, could I?”

  Megan understood what he was saying. He was trying to tell her that accidents happen. He knew her pain of being trapped and unable to help.

  “Anyway,” he continued, “She had been killed instantly. There was nothing I could have done, even if I had been able to get out of that car. It happened and I had to figure out how to keep living.”

  “She's not dead!” Megan said with more force than she had meant to.

  Albert shook his head, “No, she isn't. You know that. Maybe not the best story, but I hope you see what I am trying to say. Some things are out of our control.”

  Megan stayed quiet.

  “You also know that little girl is one smart, tough, cookie. You can't jump out of this bed and go drag her back home, but—” he pointed out the door. “Those guys can and you better believe they will.”

  He was right. She knew he was right. Wyatt would never willingly give up. He loved each and every one of them, especially Caitlin. She instantly felt like dirt for making him feel so bad. Wyatt has known so much loss and carried such a heavy burden; he was convinced he was responsible for all of them. She knew Wyatt would put his own life on the line to save any one of them.

  “You're right.”

  She needed to talk to Wyatt.

  “They are out there going over maps of the area and planning the search. I need some information from you to help them.”

  Megan tried to sit up a little straighter. Anything she could do to help, she would.

  “What do you need?”

  “First, I need you to tell me what she is wearing?”

  Megan realized he used the present tense. He wasn't accepting anything other than she was out there huddled in some fort either. That was reassuring.

  She quickly described what Caitlin had on, including the blue fanny pack.

  “Can you tell me the last moment you saw her?”

  Megan winced. The last moment had been nothing more than a blur. She told Albert all she saw was a flash of pink pass by her as she tumbled down the steep slope.

  He nodded. “You tell me what you think she would have done. Imagine she reaches the bottom or manages to catch her balance and stop the slide. Where would she have gone?”

  “I had assumed she had come back here to get help. I am pretty sure I was out for only a minute, but maybe it was longer.”

  Albert scribbled on the paper, “That makes sense and quite frankly, I think that is exactly what she would have done. I'm guessing she got turned around and couldn't find her way back. That gives us a better idea of where to start looking.”

  It gave them a place to start. She only wished she could go with them. She vowed to find a way to help, even if she couldn't get out there and physically search. She would do everything she could around the lodge to free up more time for them to look.

  She looked at her leg. Albert must have known what she was thinking.

  “You can use the crutches. I'm good for now,” he told her, slowly getting out of the chair and leaving the room.

  With her mind made up and something to focus on, she felt a little better. Except the part where she had hurt poor Wyatt. She needed to apologize.

  Albert stood to the side to allow Willow to come in. She was carrying a tray with a bowl of soup and a chunk of bread on it. Duke slipped in behind her to stand at the edge of the bed, silently asking to jump on. Willow told him no and to go lay down somewhere else.

  “Rosie says you need to eat so that tea doesn't give you an upset stomach.”

  Smelling the soup, Megan realized she was hungry.

  “Thank you. It smells great, Willow. I'm sorry about earlier.”

  Her friend smiled, “It's okay. I can't even imagine what you must be going through. We are here for you. If you need anything, just say the word.”

  Megan finished her soup and tried to get comfortable. Her ankle was throbbing, her head ached and her heart was broken. She started to feel groggy and knew Rosie had dosed her with some kind of sleeping herb. At first, Megan was a little irritated, but she was exhausted and she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep. Her worry for Caitlin combined with the pain would make sleep impossible.

  The low murmur of voices in the kitchen area was soothing. She could hear Wyatt's voice from time to time, which gave her a little comfort. He was near. She knew he wouldn't leave her and he wouldn't give up on finding her little girl.

  She sank back into the pillows and let the herbs work their magic. It felt good to let it all go.

  8

  Wyatt crept into the bedroom to find Megan sound asleep. His mom had cautioned him against jostling her leg when he got into bed.

  He watched her sleep for several minutes, trying to think of a way to crawl into bed and hold her tight without waking her or disturbing her leg. He couldn't. He wouldn't risk waking her up. She was in so much physical and emotional pain, it would be cruel.

  Instead, he made a bed on the floor next to her in case she woke up in the middle of the night and needed to use the bathroom. He was so glad they had the composting toilet in the cabin functional again. They only used it in emergencies, which limited how often the bucket needed to be emptied, making life a little easier for them all.

  The hardwood floors throughout the cabin were easy to keep clean, but they were not fun to sleep on.

  He did what he could to make the bed as comfortable as possible but he knew he wasn’t going to get much rest.

  Wyatt heard her moan and quickly sat up.

  “What's wrong? You okay?” he whispered in the dark.

  He didn't turn on the small, battery-powered touch light they kept in the room in case she was still asleep and just restless.

  “My leg fell off the pillow.”

  The pain in her voice had him bolting up, turning on the light.

  “Hold on, don't move. Let me do it.”

  He gently put her leg back on the pillow, being careful not to put too much pressure on the ankle area.

  Tears streamed down her face.

  “I'm so sorry,” he said leaning down to gently wipe the tears from her face.

  He couldn't imagine the pain. She had been adamant she didn't want any pain meds, but his mom had ground some up and put them in her soup. They had a very limited supply but this injury was worthy of a
couple Percocets they had been hoarding after finding them on one of their scavenging trips.

  He couldn't stay away from her. He carefully sat and then slowly laid down next to her pulling her in close. She didn't say a word, but he could feel the tears soaking his bare chest.

  “Baby, I'm going to get you a pain pill. You don't have to suffer.”

  “No, I'll be okay.”

  He sighed, “Yes, you will, but a pain pill will help you be okay sooner.”

  He got out of bed and went to the kitchen where Rosie had left the bottle of pills. She had suspected Megan was going to have a rough night and would need them to take the edge off.

  Wyatt took the pill and a small cup of water back in the room. Megan tried to refuse, repeating that she would be okay, but he insisted. In the end, she took the pill. He grabbed the pillow off the floor and made a small wall around her leg to keep it from sliding off again.

  Lying down next to her, he held her close as she drifted off to sleep again. He knew she would heal and within a couple of days, the pain would subside. At least the physical pain.

  The only thing he could do to help her was to get Caitlin home safely. He’d made her a promise.

  Wyatt woke with a start quickly looking down to make sure he didn’t wake Megan but she was still asleep and softly snoring. Thank God. Carefully extracting his arm from around her, he gave her a quick kiss on the forehead as she mumbled something in her sleep.

  Pulling his t-shirt on, he headed into the kitchen to find Chase and Jack had already put their packs by the back door and were quietly sipping coffee. Albert, who’d insisted on being included in the search, came out of his room wearing a brightly colored shirt that looked like it came from the seventies.

  Chase raised an eyebrow in question.

  “Hey, if I get lost, I want to make sure you guys can find me. I am too old to be lying around out in the woods.”

  That got a chuckle out of all of them, which helped lighten the mood, but Albert did have a point. They all needed to be hyper-vigilant.

  No one said it but they had to wonder if someone had found Caitlin. Would they keep her safe? Was she injured? There were so many possibilities. They couldn't ignore the fact that Evan and his group were somewhere out there.