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I drove home. When I arrived, my door was ajar.
I frowned. I always closed the door and locked up.
Someone was here.
Adrenaline pumped through my system, and every bit of exhaustion was gone. I was on high alert, and I pushed my magic ahead of me into the house when I swung open the door. Whoever was here to take me on was going to face a hell of a fight. I was pissed off immediately that someone had invaded my personal space when all I wanted to do was sleep.
I crept soundlessly through the house, tapping into my wolf senses. My hearing as a wolf was better, my smell heightened, and I could sense magic. I didn’t want to shift unless it was necessary, though.
Magic came from upstairs, and I crept slowly up the stairs, trying to avoid the parts where they creaked. The office was empty, which only left the main bedroom. I swallowed hard, my blood rushing in my ears as I crept closer and closer to the door.
When I peeked around the corner, a man stood with his back to me, studying my bookshelf.
I frowned. The magic was suddenly familiar, and so were the broad back and thick shoulders.
“Bishop?”
He looked over his shoulder. “Ah, you’re back.” He turned to me.
“What are you doing in my house?”
“You weren’t home.”
“So you just let yourself in?”
Bishop jammed his hands into his pockets.
“You’ve been snooping around, too, so I figured I’d return the favor.”
“What are you talking about?”
Now that I knew it wasn’t an intruder, and I wasn’t in danger, the adrenaline faded a little, but anger replaced my panic.
“You’ve been asking around town, talking to my shifters, and I don’t like it.”
“So, I’m not allowed to talk to anyone while I’m here, is that it?” I demanded.
“Oh, you weren’t just making friendly conversation.” Bishop walked around the bed toward me. “You were asking specific questions. I told you from the start, you’re stepping on my toes.”
“Is Turk your ward or something?” I questioned.
Bishop didn’t answer me.
“Are you worried about him because you think I might want to hurt him?”
“Turk is nothing to me,” Bishop said. “If someone wants to hurt him, I’m pretty sure they have a good reason.”
I shook my head. “Then what’s your problem?”
“I don’t know what your agenda is.”
“I’m not trying to take your territory, if that’s what you’re so worried about. This isn’t about power or anything. I’m not here to make you look weak.”
Bishop narrowed his eyes at me. “Now, why would you say that?”
I shrugged. It had been a jab after I’d heard his story, but that didn’t mean I wanted to say something hurtful to the guy or one-up him with insults.
“I’m just saying, I’m not here for you or your business, so you can leave me alone.”
