Seth's Chance [Brac Pack 27] by Lynn Hagen

in the chest with his fist, knocking the vampire a few feet away as he began to dig again.
Chance wasn’t giving up.
He wasn’t walking away from the building until he found Chauncey. And if his brother was dead, Chance’s heart wouldn’t be leaving this place at all.
Chance wiped the tears on his shirt. It smelled like smoke, but he didn’t care. He needed to see. His fingers dug into the brick, pushed the mess aside as he sought his twin. Sirens blared from outside, but Chance kept right on clearing a path, searching for either Chauncey or Bryce, or both. His pa was going to be devastated if he lost one of his cubs.
Both would ruin the man.
His phone rang, but Chauncey ignored it as his heart beat like a fish in a net when he saw a hand. It was large, beefy, and looked identical to his very own. Chance was more determined than ever.
“You need to get out of here,” one of the fireman shouted. Chance kept on digging, an arm now in view. “This building hasn’t been secured. You’re in danger.”
“The only one in danger is you if you make me leave my brother!” Chance roared over his shoulder. “Now back the fuck off and let me get my brother out.” His next mission in the wreckage was finding Bryce. He was not leaving until he had both his brothers with him, dead or alive.
Chance cleared enough debris to see Chauncey’s face. His head was covered in grey-and-black soot, his eyes closed. Screw this. Chance grabbed Chauncey’s arm and heaved him from the pile of brick and wood. He laid the large man down, and his world spun like a carousel out of control when he saw that Chauncey wasn’t breathing. “Help!” he shouted as he brushed away the dry soot from Chauncey’s face. “Somebody help me!”
Chance picked Chauncey up, tossing him over his shoulder as he ran for the door. He spotted an EMS off to the side of the building and bolted straight for it. “He’s not breathing!”
The EMS worker began administering CPR on Chauncey as Chance ran back inside the building, knocking the fireman’s arm away when the man tried to stop him. He had to find Bryce. There was no way he was losing his brother or telling his pa that he was unable to find him. His pa would not accept that excuse. His phone rang again. This time Chance grabbed it and shoved it toward his ear. “What?”
“I’m okay, Chance. I made it out.” It was Bryce. “Abe shimmered me out of there when the blast occurred. Did you find Chauncey?”
Chance dropped to his knees, resting his free hand on his thigh as he cried. “Yeah,” he said as he swallowed, “but he’s not breathing. The paramedics are working on him now.” He could hear Bryce curse up a storm.
“I’m outside the club. I already called Pa and Maverick. They’re on their way. Did you find D?” Chance could hear the hesitation in Bryce’s voice and knew what the man was thinking.
“Not yet, but I’m not giving up.”
“Find him, Chance. Even if it’s just his body. Don’t you leave that fucking building until you find him. Sloane would never forgive you.”
Chance knew that.
Bryce continued. “I’m trying to get back in, but the cops showed up and won’t let anyone near the place.”
“I’ll find him,” Chance said as he wiped his face and hung up. He had to find Law as well. He saw Tryck and Dagon fighting the firemen, trying their best to stay inside until their brother was found. Tryck was going ballistic as Dagon searched. Chance went back over to the bar as the firemen sprayed the hose inside the building. With all the smoke, so far Law hadn’t been spotted.
Chance dug through the rubble, searching for D. How had so many things gone wrong in one night?
“I found him!” Dagon shouted. Chance didn’t have time to look. He had to find D before the cops dragged him from the building. He kicked the bricks and wood aside until he found D lying there. There was a big gash across D’s shirt, blood mixed with soot, forming a greyish sort of paste on his