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All I know is he didn’t kill that girl.
Someone made it look like he did that. I don’t know who would dare, or why they would risk our wrath, but I’m damn well going to find out.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Cheryl
Oscar doesn’t want to sleep, but he’s too worn out to stay conscious. I hold him close until that moment comes, and then I teleport us to the bedroom, and put him to bed. I stay close while he sleeps, watching over him carefully, but I don’t get into bed with him. I can’t let myself rest. I need to watch over him, to keep him protected and safe.
As much as I want to stalk out to the woods and challenge whoever did this, I can’t.
It would leave my mate on his own. He can’t be left alone right now. I need to be near him.
The instinct to protect him overrides the rage that’s flowing through my veins.
He’s my priority, and this is how it needs to be.
I try to make some sense of what happened while I watch him sleep.
The obvious answer is someone’s got it out for our pack.
I doubt they were here to target Oscar specifically.
No one has a reason to lash out at Oscar on a personal level, but this is our territory. Everett’s father claimed it years ago for his pack, and Everett did the same for ours before I got here, buying the land to make it official. This is our forest and everyone around here knows it.
They know they can only come here when it’s invited.
No supernatural sets foot on claimed territory unless they intend to start a fight.
The kind of fight these strangers have started can only end in bloodshed.
They must know that.
I think about what I heard and saw out there, and I know they were shifters. There’s no question about that. I didn’t recognise their specific scents, but that doesn’t mean much. I don’t know all the shifters at the academy, and I wouldn’t recognise most of the wolves I do know by scent anyway.
I have serious doubts that we’d be targeted by shifters from the academy.
So, what does that leave?
If they’ve come here from another place, they’re completely unknown.
We don’t know what they want, but they must want something.
What I saw out there broke more than one pack law.
Targeting the weakest pack member to hit us where it hurts is a dirty trick that reputable pack would never stoop to, but a reputable pack would never invade another pack’s territory in the first place.
We’re dealing with criminals.
Our laws don’t matter to them. Getting our own hands dirty might be the only way to stop them.
I hunt down my cell phone once that sobering thought enters my head. I’m not in this alone.
Everett and Noah went out to let us have the night alone, and they haven’t come home yet.
My fingers tremble with worry as I find my backpack and open the front pocket to release my phone from the slot inside. I didn’t expect them not to come home at all.
It’s after three a.m. now, and it’s impossible not to wonder if they did come back.
