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“You’ve met her,” I countered. “Everything pisses her off.”
“She does seem to be more agitated with you,” Doc mused. “Of course, that could be the mating bond.” His fingers tapped on his thighs. “You followed her trail? When she left?” I nodded—he knew this. “How many times were you close to catching her?” he asked curiously.
“Twice, and then we did catch her.”
“How many heats has she had, I wonder,” he thought out loud.
“She thinks it’s three or four.” I cleared my throat. “I think it’s three.”
“Care to share?” Royce asked, leaning forward.
“The day we met,” I told them. “The day we almost had her at that shithole diner she worked in, and then the day we lost her before her wolf went on a killing spree.”
Doc sat back. “Each time you were closer to her, she potentially went into heat, and then something happened to her, she shifted, and you lost her trail.” He sucked his teeth. “God, I’d love to run tests on her.”
“You don’t touch her,” I snarled. The room went quiet. “That will never not be annoying,” I told them honestly. “It just happens.”
“It’s the mating bond,” Doc said. “It is fascinating. Until you actually, shall we say, mate?” He grinned at me widely. “Your wolf is completely and totally psychotically possessive. You’re Tarzan, and she’s your Jane.”
“What the hell is that?” Royce asked in confusion.
“It means I’m more of an asshole than normal,” I grouched. “Fuck.” I glared at the bookshelves. “Fine. I’ll stay away from her. Reach out to more packs. There has to be someone who knows how to break the fucking thing.”
“Can you stay away from her?” Royce asked me dubiously.
No. “Yes.” He gave me a flat look. “No.” Hitting my fist off the couch’s arm, I looked between them. “I’ll try.”
“So it’s back to me feeding her?” Royce asked with a sigh.
“You’re married and loyal. My wolf knows you won’t touch her.”
“I’m gay,” Doc reminded me. “I won’t touch her either.”
I shrugged. “He doesn’t give a fuck if you’re straight, gay, or a corkscrew, you’re unmatched, so you’re a threat.”
Pushing myself to stand, I walked over to the window, looking out at my community. The community I rebuilt.
“It’s because she’s still pure,” Royce whispered to Doc. “The primal urge to be the only one to ever touch her makes our wolves more territorial.”
“I can hear you,” I reminded him.
“Never thought you couldn’t,” he quipped back at me.
Pure. Was Kezia pure? Her body may be, but was her wolf? Her spirit? I could still see the burned-out carcasses of the men she killed. The limbs tossed carelessly in a heap, left to burn. The ground had been saturated with their blood and fear, not to mention their piss, vomit, and shit.
What had she done to them before she killed them? It went beyond any torture I knew, that was for sure.
My eyes narrowed as I saw Nikan hurrying toward my house. He was pissed off with me as well. I hadn’t told him she was my mate, and I hadn’t told him the extent of how she killed the three humans. He thought I was being unnecessarily cruel. He didn’t think I was protecting my pack from a rogue. A shifter who was not in control of themselves.
That’s what she was—a wolf with no control. Mate or no mate, she wasn’t getting out of that cell until I knew one hundred percent that she was in control.
I would not risk my pack.
I would not risk her.
“Nikan’s coming,” I warned the other two, turning from the window and walking over to the study door.
“Cannon!” I heard him yelling as soon as I opened the door.
