Becca Jameson - Fire in the Smokies

“…smoke and debris…falling…twenty percent…blowing east…as the sun rises…” Jaxon stiffened in frustration as he tweaked the dial on the ham radio to get better reception. No matter how slight his movement, he couldn’t get the connection to come in more clearly. “…flames…caves…can only hope…”

He jerked when the back door flung open. He released his hold on the dial and flexed his fingers as he turned to gaze over his shoulder. Sergius, his oldest brother, crossed the kitchen, his brow furrowed. “Anything new?”

“No.” He shook his head. “Unfortunately, I can’t even get a good connection. But it doesn’t sound good. The fire isn’t contained, that’s for sure.”

Sergius plopped in a chair across from Jaxon. “If they don’t get that fire under control soon, it’s going to encroach on a few properties to the east.”

“I was thinking the same thing. And the weather isn’t cooperating one bit.”

Sergius’s mate, Juliana, padded into the room and wrapped herself around her husband from behind before jumping back a few inches. “What’s the temperature out there?”

“It’s not that cold.” Sergius cupped his palms to his mouth and blew into the space to warm them. “Sorry.” He rubbed them on his jeans next. “It’s just early. It’ll warm up later.”

“Early?” Juliana raised an eyebrow at him. “Babe, I know we’ve been married for several months, but I still don’t call this butt-crack of dawn early . I’m gonna have to refer to any time this much before the sun rises as late yesterday , not early today . In ten years I’ll never get used to the hours you keep on this farm.” She smiled and took a seat at the table, reaching for the steaming mug of coffee she’d prepared like every other morning in an attempt to rise with Sergius and his brothers.

Jaxon watched the two interact in amusement. He didn’t have a mate of his own, so he couldn’t really relate, but it fascinated him how they read each other’s minds and spoke in partial sentences. Sure, Jaxon and his brothers could also communicate telepathically, but the men didn’t have the same level of connection as mates seemed to have. Sergius stared at Juliana, brow furrowed, not saying a word.

Finally, he spoke. “Speaking of brothers, Micah will be in soon. We’ll call the sheriff if he doesn’t call us first.”

Juliana glared at him, her eyes scrunched in mock disapproval. “How many times have I told you to at least keep it to yourself when you read my mind? It’s disconcerting to know I can’t block my thoughts from you yet.”

Sergius stood and kissed Juliana. “It’ll come in time.”

The screen door flew open once again and Micah entered, bringing with him a draft of cold air and a swirl of fall leaves. He stomped his boots on the doormat. “Any news?”

“I can’t get a good signal this morning.” Jaxon motioned to the table and stood to grab mugs and the full steaming pot of coffee. “It does seem to be blowing toward the east still, but that’s about all I could discern.”

Jaxon flinched and nearly spilled his coffee when the two-way radio on the counter beeped. “I’ll get it.” He dove for the receiver and pressed the button on the side. “Jaxon here. What’s the latest, Hardin?”

James Hardin was the local sheriff and one of the few people who knew the Durham brothers were wolves. Any time an issue arose, Hardin called on them to help. Usually a missing hiker. But you never could tell what might happen with a wildfire raging out of control in the Smokies.

After two days, they were all on edge. Worry about stranded hikers trapped among the flames made it impossible to relax. No one was supposed to be in the area of the fire, but people always seemed to gravitate toward danger.

“Jaxon. Glad I caught you,” the sheriff shouted into the ham radio, the distress clear in his voice. “A firefighter got trapped. He’s missing on the southwest side of the flames. I’m hoping he got backed into a cave along that stretch and is hunkered down. The firefighters are not capable of a rescue. The flames are too close to the entrance. I don’t have any more details. The communication with the chief was choppy.”

“Got it. We’re on our way.” Jaxon set the receiver down and reached for the pouch he kept ready at all times on a hook by the back door. Each brother had one filled with essentials they would need. In wolf form they could easily carry the bag in their teeth and then have the meager supplies when they shifted.

Unease crept up Jaxon’s neck as he headed for the door, his brothers on his heels.

Fires brought danger to everyone in the vicinity. Controlled fires they were used to. Lightning fires happened frequently also. This one had undoubtedly been caused by lightning, but with the conditions unfavorable, urgency filled his steps.

Juliana followed them to the door. “Please be careful.”

Sergius kissed the top of her head and squeezed her tight. “We will, hon. Try not to worry. I’ll call you as soon as I can.”

Jaxon stared back as his brother’s mate as they left the house. “Lock the door,” he muttered. Something about this fire had him tensing his entire frame.

They’d all been living on pins and needles since May when Sergius had rescued Juliana from the forest. That fateful day she’d been a lost hiker. But she hadn’t gotten into that position on her own. She’d been lured off the path by Keeton McKinney—vampire, and bane of their existence.

Jaxon and his brothers had chased McKinney off their land and he hadn’t been heard from in months. Who knew when the vamp would resurface?

Jaxon pulled the truck to a stop as close as he could get to the location Hardin had provided. Luckily the fire was still blowing in an easterly direction, and they were able to park along the road to the west of the fire less than a mile from the line of small cave entrances the sheriff hoped the missing firefighter was holed up in.

Usually when the brothers searched for a missing person their information was more vague. Almost always they were given some articles of clothing to scent before they shifted and took off in wolf form.

Today was a different mission. Jaxon was going to have to pick up the trail of a random human. He wouldn’t have any personal items to smell beforehand. Any human in this area of the woods right now would be in dire straits anyway and in need of rescue. All they could do was pray the firefighter had indeed ducked into a cave for cover to await rescue. There were only about six entrances in this vicinity.

How the hell the Durhams were going to explain their kind of rescue was another story altogether. They’d have to cross that bridge when they came to it.

As Jaxon jumped down from the truck, he shielded his eyes from the smoke-filled air.

“Shall we split? I’ll take the southern end. Micah, you take the central caves. And Serg, you wanna take the northern two?” Jaxon stripped his clothes and stuffed them in his pack while he spoke. His brothers followed suit. There was no time to waste. Besides, it was fucking cold. He didn’t want to stand around chatting in human form one second longer than necessary.

Both brothers nodded assent and in moments they were shifted and running. The temperature was in the low forties this early in the morning. If the fireman had been trapped for more than a few hours, he’d be getting awfully cold.